Lu Huaiyu dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently pressed it over the cut on Ning Li's hand.
This wound was not a big deal, but he leaned down and moved carefully as if it was the most important thing.
Ning Li raised her eyes and saw that his dark hair had fallen over his forehead, covering his eyebrows slightly.
The bridge of his nose was high and his thin lips were slightly pursed. She could not see any emotions on his face.
The room was quiet with only the sound of their intertwined breathing.
Ning Li felt that their distance was a bit close, but aside from this one chair, there was no other convenient place for him to sit.
He was dressing her wound, so it was inappropriate for her to move.
Thinking about the situation earlier, she did not really know how to face Lu Huaiyu at the moment.
After a while, she finally broke the silence.
"Second Brother, why did you and Brother Xiyue come over?"
