Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun and said, "Okay."
Li Xianyun took out the hemostatic powder from the medicine box and, looking at the man lying on the bed, said, "Husband, the powder might sting a bit when I sprinkle it on, so just bear with it."
Yelu Yan wanted to say that such a small wound and little pain were nothing, but he swallowed his words and just "hmm"ed.
The feeling of being fussed over by his woman was indeed wonderful.
Li Xianyun gently sprinkled the powder on the wound and raised her eyes, colliding with a pair of smiling ones, "Does it hurt?"
Yelu Yan then thought he should pretend to be weak and suddenly furrowed his brows, feigning pain, "It hurts so much."
Such poor acting skills.
Li Xianyun gave him a glare, put the medicine bottle back inside the box, and lightly parted her red lips to say, "Stop pretending, it's too fake."
Yelu Yan was amused by her and laughed, "While it's not as exaggerated as I acted, it is indeed uncomfortable."
