Qin Yin nodded her head. She didn't know what came over her, perhaps she was stimulated by the huge mansion, she suddenly asked, "Nan Sichen, do you really want to marry me?"
The hand applying medicine to her foot suddenly twitched, and Qin Yin yelped and said, "Are you trying to murder me? If you don't want to marry me, that's fine, I didn't force you. Is there any need for this?"
She was grumbling to herself while looking at the bottom of her foot. Q
"Yes!" Nan Sichen uttered a word, his voice slightly muffled. He then reached out to hold Qin Yin's foot, carefully applying the medicine from the cotton swab to her wound.
Qin Yin didn't register the meaning of his 'yes' at all, she was completely stupefied, even forgetting the pain in her foot.
Nan Sichen continued to apply the medicine. Once done, he put a plaster over it, tidied up the medicine box and waited. Qin Yin was still in a daze.
