Xiao Ruiyuan's always expressionless face seldom showed any emotions. Even when his heart was pounding and he was too nervous to utter a word, others couldn't see through his true thoughts.
"Does the wound hurt much? Do you have any medicine on you, or do you need to change the dressing?"
Seeing that he did not respond, Mo Yan thought he was in pain and hastily helped him to a seat on the sofa. If it weren't for the conservative era they were in, and their relationship had not reached the level of "open and honest," she would have wanted to strip off his clothes and personally inspect his wound.
Xiao Ruiyuan soon regained his composure and looked at the woman beside him, his ear tips faintly blushing and a trace of discomfort flashing across his handsome face, "The wound does not hurt, and there's no need to change the dressing. It's enough for me that Yanyan is at ease."
