The wound wasn't deep. The blood had stopped after being rinsed with ice water, but Lu Moqing was not reassured and led her to the living room.
Qiao Xu was still thinking about the scene in her mind just now and didn't pay attention to anything else. She was led to the living room by Lu Moqing and sat down.
It wasn't until the sting of iodine on the wound that she returned to her senses from the arousing scene just now.
At some point, Lu Moqing had brought a medical kit, and with a single knee bent, he began to clean her wound.
From her angle, Lu Moqing's facial features were so perfect that there wasn't a single flaw to be found.
At that time, upon seeing him for the first time, she was determined to marry him. Perhaps it was because of this face that she was attracted to him.
Brother, will you marry me?
Suddenly, her own voice flashed through her mind - not the childish one of her youth, but her current voice.
