Gu Qingxin's breath hitched, her blood almost freezing as Beiming Han's gaze fell on her pale chest. Noting her trembling eyelashes and tense demeanor, he picked her up and moved her aside...
He was curious to see if she'd ever dare act tough in front of him again!
Gu Qingxin was still perplexed when he grabbed her arm. Beiming Han held her bandaged forearm and slowly started unwrapping it.
Xiao Ya looked at him quizzically. The man was giving the wound on her arm a very serious look, treating it with great care and tenderly removing the blood-stained gauze.
His gaze fell on her wound which was not too deep, but still required stitches to avoid scars. Against her fair skin, the tiny cut seemed especially frightening.
He suddenly recalled how Xiao Ya had cried pitifully in his arms the previous night because of the pain, which left an unexpected heaviness in his chest.
Beiming Han rested her arm and stood to fetch some ointment.
