Shi Qian's heart felt like it was being strangled. She couldn't breathe.
She hated herself for not being tough. Even at this point, she was still conflicted about whether he cared about her!
Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her hand. Fu Sinian had already started applying medicine for her.
"I'll do it myself!" Shi Qian immediately pulled back her hand, snatched the ointment from Fu Sinian's hand, and applied it herself.
Fu Sinian was holding her hand. His palm was empty. He didn't hold her soft little hand for long enough.
His gaze was almost glued to her.
"You can let me go after applying the ointment, right?" Shi Qian asked coldly as she put down the ointment.
Fu Sinian sat on the sofa, picked up the teapot, and made a cup of tea with the water inside. He picked it up and drank it alone. He was as elegant and noble as ever.
The warm yellow light shone on him, making him look warm.
