"A minor injury?" Mengmeng bit her lip, staring at his abrasion, "Such a big scrape, and you actually call it a minor injury!"
Mengmeng felt both angry and pained as she set down her essay book and snatched the alcohol-soaked cotton ball from his hand.
"Don't move around, let me do it for you."
The wound was on the back of his arm, and he could hardly reach the hurt spot himself, only managing to care for it haphazardly.
"There's no need..." Gu Zhihan started to refuse.
"You stop moving!" Luo Mengmeng saw him resisting and instantly sat down on top of him with an authoritarian air, pinning him down.
Gu Zhihan: "..."
Pinned.
The young girl was now sitting on his thighs, her head stretched out gently to inspect the abrasion on the back of his arm, and then she began dabbing the alcohol-soaked cotton ball tenderly on his wound.
The injury must have happened when he jumped over the rail and brushed against a tree.
