"Ouch!"
Guang Jin jolted when the cotton ball with a disinfectant touched his cheeks. He winced and closed one of his eyes tight. "Aren't you still holding grudges on me?" he snorted after looking at Yang.
Yang smacked the man's shoulders. "Stop whining like a child! I'm treating your wounds," he put another cotton ball on the minor cuts beside the nose, "Look at yourself in the mirror, you look like a stray dog right now," he scoffed and tried to hold his laughter.
Guang Jin grabbed his hands. "Did you just laugh? What's so funny about me? Do I really look like a dog to you?" His eyebrows frowned, and it made the bruises on his cheeks sore. "Ow!" he whined.
The door opened and showed Shi Ying carrying some ointment and a bottle of water. "Pardon my intrusion," she smiled and walked towards the desk beside the bed, where the two guys were sitting.
