Lily was startled and turned to look at him. Was it just moving a needle? Did he need to be that fierce?
Zuo Mufeng had intended to give her a good scolding, but facing her innocent gaze, he couldn't utter a single harsh word.
He sighed softly and adjusted her hand. "It's not finished dripping yet. This way, the wound will heal quickly and won't get infected."
"Oh...then... can we speed it up a bit? I don't want to lie down."
"Just like this. I'll come in later to move the needle, and you're not allowed to mess with it yourself."
Lily sighed, looking utterly disheartened.
Without wearing a mask now, her facial expressions were very rich.
In Zuo Mufeng's eyes, she was just like a child.
"Alright, just hang in there a little longer. I'm going out to cook."
Lily lay half-reclined on the bed, watching the fluid slowly drip from the IV bag.
It was her first time living unmasked in front of someone, and it felt especially relaxing.
