Gong Beiyao spoke coldly, "What are you standing there for? Do you need me to help you change?! The water in the pool is so dirty, do you want an infection?"
Sheng Qianxia couldn't believe he still cared about her.
But as she picked up the sanitary pad, her hand suddenly trembled, and it dropped to the ground.
She quickly hid her hands behind her back so he couldn't see.
"Hand over your hand," Gong Beiyao ordered Sheng Qianxia coldly.
Sheng Qianxia kept her hands hidden behind her back.
He coldly reached out, grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand from behind her back, and spread it out in front of him.
Seeing the bandage on her hand, he thought of how Ling Muye had just been making eyes at her and harshly tore off the gauze from her hand.
"Gong Beiyao, be gentle."
"Oh? You can feel pain too?" His tone was cold, but he lessened his grip nonetheless.
"You're doing this on purpose with so much force," Sheng Qianxia accused, feeling wronged.
