After all that busywork, it was just for dressing a wound.
Now that it was dressed, it indeed needed to be bandaged up.
However, Li Qiao'er had never heard such blunt, wolf-like words.
Her face blushing red, she buried it in Wang Xiaolong's embrace, too shy and embarrassed to lift her head, yet still managed to pinch him in annoyance.
Seeing this, Wang Xiaolong said with a teasing smile, "What's the matter? Don't want to be bandaged up?"
"You little rascal, at this time, and you're still being mouthy!"
"What time is it?" Wang Xiaolong asked playfully.
Li Qiao'er twisted her waist anxiously, "You... If you keep this up, I'll really get angry."
"Hehe, just teasing you!"
Wang Xiaolong grinned, and as he bent over to kiss her, his hands roamed restlessly from her flat belly.
The touch of warmth made him laugh, "It seems Qiao'er has been looking forward to me 'treating your illness and dressing your wounds' for a while now."
