"What do you want with me, Mr. Ye?" Ye Anqi asked.
Ya Shitian took her hand and led her to sit down on the couch.
"I'm here to apply medicine to your wounds."
"I'm fine..."
He spread open her palm, and Ye Anqi's delicate hand had quite a few scrapes.
After the bath, the scars had turned white, the flesh was raw, and they looked even more serious.
Ya Shitian frowned, "You don't feel it?"
She really didn't, not even noticing the wounds on her hands.
Ye Anqi pulled back her hand, smiling faintly, "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing."
"Even a minor injury is not okay!" Ya Shitian opened the first-aid kit, took out iodine and cotton swabs. He dipped a cotton swab in the iodine, and once again took her hand to apply it.
His movements were gentle, leaving Ye Anqi with no excuse to reject his kindness.
"I can do it myself."
"Don't move!"
Ya Shitian finished tending to one hand, then started on the other.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a deep voice, looking up.
