Qiao Jiuyin sadly returned to her senses. She did not even dare to loudly breathe in front of Fang Mu's cold eyes.
Fang Mu used a cold towel to wipe the sweat on her forehead. As he wiped it, he said, "I just wiped your face. Why are you sweating again?"
Qiao Jiuyin's hands, which were hanging under the blanket, trembled.
"I-I'm fine. It's just that my wound hurts a little," Qiao Jiuyin weakly said. At this moment, no matter how painful the wound was, it could not match the fear in her heart.
Fang Mu stared at her.
Qiao Jiuyin felt goosebumps all over her body.
Did he guess something?
"Then rest well." Fang Mu did not pursue her abnormal behavior.
He carried the water bucket into the washroom. When he turned around, Qiao Jiuyin instantly acted like a fish lacking water, opening her mouth to take deep breaths.
