Her eyes held a smile, radiant and bright, as she looked at him, half testing.
Just now, that man had said she was his girlfriend.
Lu Xiao's hand holding the cotton swab paused slightly.
But it was just a moment before he continued, his eyes lowered, placing the iodine-soaked cotton swab on her palm.
The sting spread, she grunted quietly, her hand instinctively retracting.
Lu Xiao held her hand, his voice gravelly and emotionless, "Girlfriend or not, it's none of your business. If you want care, you should look for those men in your phone."
Throughout, he didn't stop his movements.
The strong afternoon sun was fierce, baking hot, and the car was without air conditioning, the temperature high, yet Wen Xian still felt the temperature of her skin was cool.
The harsh light filtering through the windshield made him squint slightly.
Wen Xian raised a hand and pulled down the sun visor for him.
