When the water was warm enough, he couldn't wait to soak in it. The warmth seeped into his wounds, causing pain to twitch at the corners of his eyes.
Mu Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, resting with his eyes closed.
"Senior Brother Mu, we both got hurt. Why am I the only one in such a sorry state?"
Qing Yuan emerged halfway from the water, leaning on the edge of the bathtub. He let water droplets slide down from his hair, over his neck and shoulders, mingling with the gushing blood.
"Hiss!"
When he accidentally pulled his wound, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air.
"Enough, stop washing."
Mu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, stepped to the edge of the bathtub, and glared at the nearly reddened bathwater. A wave of rage surged through him.
Without saying a word, he grabbed Qing Yuan and yanked him out of the water.
"Hiss, Senior Brother Mu, it hurts."
Qing Yuan complained bitterly.
"Don't move."
