***
"Let me do it!"
Qiao Chutian grabbed her arm, carefully unwrapped the gauze, then gently applied medicine on her, and meticulously bandaged it again.
Mai Xiaomai gazed at his handsome face, his deep, unfathomable black eyes, and let out a quiet sigh within her heart, "Don't be so good to me, okay? I'm afraid that one day I'll become too fond of your kindness and won't have the heart to let go."
After bandaging her up, Qiao Chutian lifted his head, his gaze crashing into her dark eyes, his heart thumping violently before he quickly averted his gaze and stood up, saying, "All done, get some rest early."
"Mm."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The dialogue between the two was filled with a certain estrangement and unfamiliarity, an odd tone to the emotions.
Qiao Chutian walked out, closed her room door behind him, and returned to his own room.
Mai Xiaomai lay in bed, recalling over and over the various moments since she had met him...
Forget it, forget it, no more thinking.
