Song Yiyan used alcohol to disinfect his wound, she wiped it and realized that something was wrong. The blood had been wiped off, revealing the man's fair skin.
She wiped it again and the blood was wiped off. It was his skin, she didn't see any injuries.
In the end, she directly used her hand and wiped off the blood with her thumb. He was not injured at all.
"I'm not hurt," Ji Xing finally said the full sentence.
Song Yiyan glared at him and snorted. "Why didn't you say so earlier if you weren't injured!"
Ji Xing did not have any temper from her fierceness, and his voice carried some helplessness. "You…"
"You what?!" Song Yiyan was a little embarrassed. The man must have thought that she was worried about him, but she wasn't. "I'm telling you, I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about your face. If your face is disfigured, I won't be interested in you anymore!"
