Ye Junqing answered her directly with action. He put on the white shirt she bought and then stood in front of her: "Button it for me."
Ye Xingguang was taken aback: "Don't you have hands?"
Ye Junqing slightly raised his hand from which the blood was still trickling, silently answering her question, now looking weaker.
Ye Xingguang pursed her lips, stopped talking, and stood in front of the man, button by button, helping him fasten his shirt.
Standing in front of him like this, she felt that her 168CM height was entirely insufficient. When buttoning the top button, she had to lift her head, the light behind him cast down on her, leaving a shadow across her face. She felt that in that shadow, it was filled with the man's potent masculinity.
Ye Junqing lowered his head, staring at her slightly trembling eyelashes: "Am I too handsome to handle?"
Ye Xingguang's heart skipped a beat: "What are you talking about?"
