Leh Ying didn't move, letting him do as he pleased. The adhesive bandage was peeled off by him and replaced with a new one.
The wound hadn't festered; it was itchy during the coagulation and healing phase. The man's slightly warm fingertips pressed lightly against the patch.
"Don't touch water for the next couple of days, or it will fester," he suddenly said, his voice hoarse and raw.
Leh Ying tilted her head slightly to look at him, "Are you still angry?"
His tone was deep and serious, "What is there for me to be angry about?"
Did that mean his anger had subsided... Could it really fade that quickly? Leh Ying was still incredulous and sneaked a peek at his eyes. They were still bloodshot, a chaotic crimson that was anything but tender and affectionate.
The next second, she was caught in the act, "Are you stealing glances at me again?"
She immediately looked away, "I wasn't... Are you truly not angry anymore, Mr. Xu?"
