Gu Annan had finished disinfecting her wound when he suddenly remembered something and tilted his head.
His lips twitched almost immediately.
The woman he had just made cry was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling in a posture that seemed to wait for service. Yet, her little mouth was still discontentedly pouted.
"Are you done yet?" Lu Wanwan felt no movement on her foot and tilted her head to look over.
The moment she looked up, she met his ambiguous gaze and shivered in fright, quickly sitting up. "I, I mean, I'll get up once you're finished."
As soon as she moved her foot slightly, the hand on her ankle gripped even tighter.
The warmth of his palm made her somewhat uncomfortable, her hand clenching into a ball in the sheets beside her.
Blushing, she said, "Is it not done yet?"
Gu Annan averted his gaze, applied some medicine on her, and started bandaging the wound.
