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Shen Fu raised his hands as Bai Shengnan supported him to the restroom, and they were both in high spirits.
"You see, I told you it wasn't a big deal~," Shen Fu teased while being bandaged.
"And you still have the nerve to say that!"
Nan had just spent ages washing her hands with soap. If Shen Fu hadn't been crying out that his wound was healing quickly, she would still be rinsing them.
She suddenly felt some understanding towards Bai Zhihua's obsession with cleanliness.
After dressing Shen Fu's wound, Nan suddenly turned and left without a word. Shen Fu was startled—had that scene been too much for her?
Just as Shen Fu was lost in wild thoughts, Nan came back with cleaning tools to sweep up the glass shards.
Shen Fu sighed with relief, but after Nan left again, she didn't pay any attention to him for a long time. Just when he thought she wouldn't return, she suddenly came in with a blanket.
"Nan, what are you doing?"
