"Why do I smell iodine disinfectant on you?" His face turned increasingly gloomy.
Before she could respond, he abruptly grabbed her right hand, accidentally touching her wound.
Why would she use iodine disinfectant if she hadn't been hurt?
Having no choice but to reveal the truth, Jian Qing sighed lightly, casting her eyes down and resting her head on his chest, "Xiaojing, can't you be less sharp-witted?"
With a cold and irritated look, Quan Jingwu immediately lifted her sleeve, revealing the bandaged wound on her arm.
Jian Qing remained silent, burying her face in his chest.
Suddenly, Quan Jingwu hoisted her into his arms and strode towards the bed.
"Xiaojing, you--" Before she could voice her confusion, he set her down on the edge of the bed.
Jian Qing watched as he picked up a remote and slowly drew in the room's curtains, plunging the room into darkness.
