After treating the wound on his waist, Feng Rao cut open the bandages on his back to examine the injury. The back wasn't torn, although there were a few beads of blood oozing out.
Feng Rao felt heartache and carefully wiped away the bloodstains.
She couldn't help but ask, "Master, how did this wound get torn?"
"My wife made a fuss," Nangong Jin slowly curled his lips into a low chuckle, his eyes showing a tenderness she had never seen before.
Feng Rao paused mid-action, and suddenly the entire person froze.
It took her a while to recover before she continued to treat him and asked, "If I hadn't come, were you not planning to go to the hospital?"
"Going to the hospital is too troublesome," Nangong Jin answered lazily, "If you hadn't come, I would have let my mom do this, plus we're not without a doctor at home."
Feng Rao didn't speak and remained silent for a long time before asking, "Master, are you in a relationship?"
"Almost there," Nangong Jin's smile grew wider.
