Ye Liangyan finally came to her senses.
After a moment of awkwardness, she walked in, approached the man, and reached out to help him.
Jiang Yutang was shocked as he watched her, and it wasn't until he felt the gentle grasp of her soft fingers on his arm that he came back to himself, his face instantly displaying a myriad of emotions.
"What are you doing?" He shook off her hand angrily.
Ye Liangyan looked up at him, her lips slightly pursed, "Isn't this what you wanted me to do for you?"
Jiang Yutang: "..."
He took a deep breath, his voice as cold as if it carried shards of ice, "Get out!"
Ye Liangyan's brow furrowed slightly.
She hadn't missed the embarrassing moment just now, nor had she ignored the fact that this man's left leg was cast in plaster, he was standing on only his right foot, and there was a mobile IV stand beside him, with a needle in his left hand, while his right hand held a towel around his waist...
