Lin Xiangwan looked at his injuries, head downcast. "In my eyes, you're already a cripple!"
Alarms blared in Qin Muchuan's mind, prompting an anxious question. "What do you mean by that?"
Her eyes lowered, shrouded by her dense and curled lashes and giving her a refreshing look. "It means just that— you're injured, I need to take good care of you!"
Qin Muchuan lifted his arm to grasp her chin, allowing himself to see her face.
As he had suspected, her face was expressionless, looking like a textbook representation of a nurse... as if she and him had little to do with each other.
This stunned him. "I'm not a cripple, I'm fine!"
"Fine is fine!"
"Wanwan, what happened?"
Lin Xiangwan, slightly irritated, shook her head to evade his hand on her face. "Aren't you going to sort out your issue?"
The pressure on his bladder urged him to relieve himself.
The room fell quiet, so quiet it became awkward.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Qin Muchuan's face rapidly turned a liverish color.
