"Forget it, just put the medicine down and sit beside me."
Lu Fengxuan noticed the cold sweat on his forehead was even denser than hers, and his face was paler. She let out a helpless sigh.
Then, she turned to Wen Xiaoqiu, "Senior sister, could you please help me apply the medicine?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaoqiu looked at Yu Chiyin, thinking he might be unwilling, but unexpectedly, he obediently handed her the medicine.
"Axuan is afraid of pain. Miss Wen, please be gentle while applying the medicine. Thank you."
At that moment, anyone could hear the soft plea in Yu Chiyin's words, which completely contradicted his usual cold and aloof image.
After speaking, he stood up to make room, sat at the head of the bed, and wrapped his long arm around her body, allowing her to lean on him.
Wen Xiaoqiu took his place and carefully dabbed the medicine on her swollen face with a cotton swab.
