Huo Xingzhou leisurely watched her, showing no intention of helping her.
After busying herself for quite a while, Qiao Xi looked at him, "I can't untie it."
"Beg me, and I'll do it for you," he said, a smile lurking in his eyes.
Qiao Xi humphed in annoyance, "I'm treating your wound."
Huo Xingzhou's eyes and eyebrows carried a lazy air as he reached out with his left hand to pull her over. Qiao Xi's whole body was sprawled on top of him, inadvertently inhaling several breaths of the crisp woody fragrance.
"Mr. Huo, your injury..."
"No wound on the leg, it was blocked by the guard."
His fingers kneaded the back of her neck, turning over to press her down. He lowered his head and kissed her delicate and pert nose, "Little Divine Doctor, you've made quite an impression today."
What a pleasant surprise.
She was still hiding such a trick.
Qiao Xi felt a bit embarrassed, "He hurt you, and I acted out of urgency."
