"Hmm, it's not serious, is it? I don't feel much." Lu Fengxuan was becoming sleepy, and she yawned behind her hand, "Let's not worry about it, Brother Ayin, let's go to sleep."
She lay down, turning on her side away from him, and quickly closed her eyes in fatigue.
Yu Chiyin felt helpless with her and reached for the remote to turn off the crystal light in the room, leaving only the lamp on his bedside table shining.
He went downstairs, where the butler was still up. Seeing him looking for the medical kit, the butler hurriedly found it and handed it to him.
In the bedroom, Lu Fengxuan was half asleep and half awake, faintly sensing some movement behind her, but she was too lazy to open her eyes.
After running around in the hospital all afternoon, she indeed was tired and in dire need of more sleep.
Yu Chiyin did not want to wake her, his movements as he applied the medicine were careful and ginger, dabbing the wound and then blowing on it.
