Staring into her eyes, Li Xia felt her stomach churn and butterflies fly in her stomach.
His eyes were staring at her as if trying to read through her soul, which made her uncomfortable.
"Let me clean your wound," Luo Yuan said calmly but his voice sounded hoarse and deep. She stared at him for a while longer before nodding her head.
He took a cotton swab and started cleaning the wound on her wrist. The moment that cotton swab touched her skin, she gasped sharply.
He looked at her when she winced in pain. Moving his head closer to her wrist. He gently blew the soft warm air at the wound.
A shiver traveled up her spine as goosebumps appeared on her skin and her breath hitched in her throat.
She gulped as she stared at him without blinking. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling, while her cheeks were flushed and her ears started to redden.
