But her wrist was suddenly grasped by an icy hand, and Third Young Master Jun abruptly opened his eyes, a vague, indescribable emotion lurking in his cool gaze.
"Let Feiyu come."
Ye Lu's eyes dimmed with self-mockery, thinking that her man was always on guard.
Was he guarding against her, afraid she would do something?
"I just wanted to check your wound and stop the bleeding in time to prevent you from losing too much blood and dying. Humph, if you don't want me to do it, then wait for Feiyu!" She coldly let go of the bandage, pushed his hand aside, and turned her head away.
Third Young Master Jun's hand reached out again, stubbornly holding onto her angrily struggling hand until he finally grasped it once more.
"I don't want you to see those wounds," his voice held a hint of awkwardness and annoyance, "They're ugly, very ugly."
Ye Lu looked back at him incredulously.
