Seeing that Beiming Han stopped making a fuss, Gu Qingxin finally let out a sigh of relief and followed him to the couch. She reached for the medicine and found the disinfectant, intending to disinfect his wounds first.
"I can take care of it," expressed Beiming Han, as he saw how fatigued she was and did not want her to stand for too long.
"Let me do it. You were injured while trying to save me," Gu Qingxin dodged his hand.
"If I wasn't injured because of saving you, you wouldn't care?" Beiming Han glared at her.
Gu Qingxin was taken aback. She hadn't expected him to counter-question her and shook her head immediately, "Of course not."
Beiming Han's gaze was really intimidating. Gu Qingxin felt uneasy under his stare and looked away awkwardly, suggesting, "Let's apply the medicine first."
Beiming Han restrained the urge to hold her, allowing her to disinfect his wound and apply the medicine.
