"Hmm." Nan Sichen nodded, even though he really wanted to hear Qin Yin's answer to his previous question. However, she deliberately diverted the topic and didn't want to talk about it. He didn't push her further, after all, their wager wasn't over yet.
Qin Yin picked up the first aid box again, cut a strip of gauze, and hastily helped him hang his hand around his neck to prevent his blood from pooling due to prolonged downward hanging.
"I'm going to buy breakfast." Qin Yin got up.
However, because of maintaining the same position all night, her legs were somewhat numb. As soon as she stood up, she lost her footing and fell to the ground again. Nan Sichen intended to help her, instinctively reaching out his right hand, but his right hand was injured.
Just as he was about to switch hands, Qin Yin had already fallen, landing squarely on him.
Qin Yin heard another stifled hum. "What is wrong with today?" she thought, mortified.
