"What should I do? If I split your wound, won't it get infected?" Tang Huai wasn't in the mood to bicker with him.
"It's fine." Jing Xuan took her small hand. "There's ointment under the gauze; you won't be able to split it."
"Don't hide the severity of your injury from me just because you don't want me to worry. If you do so, next time I encounter something upsetting, I'll also hide it from you under the pretext of not wanting you to worry, even if lots of boys are pursuing me and I receive many love letters from them, I won't tell you."
"You wouldn't dare!" This tactic, as expected, worked; Jing Xuan's eyes suddenly darkened.
"Then you're not allowed to hide anything from me either."
"You've already taken off my clothes; what else could I hide? If you're not worried about my wound getting infected, you can tear off the gauze and check it right now." Jing Xuan looked resigned.
"You know I wouldn't do that." Tang Huai pouted.
