The next second, a pair of hands reached through hers, grabbed the tie, and with a gentle tug, the tie loosened, "This will do."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Jiang Siyan smiled lightly, "You didn't ask."
Jiang Jiu couldn't be bothered to argue, she took off his shirt, and if he dared to deceive her, she would smack him dead.
But as she was halfway through removing the shirt, she smelled an odor of rust.
This was not the smell of rust—it was the smell of blood!
Jiang Jiu hastily stripped off his shirt, only to see his arm wrapped in a layer of gauze, soaked with bloodstains.
"What happened here?"
"It took a while to stop the bleeding, and your smack just now split it open again."
Jiang Jiu, not noticing the teasing in his eyes, got up anxiously, "Come on, to the hospital!"
Jiang Siyan wrapped his arm around her slim waist, holding her chin with the injured hand, "Are you worried about me?"
Jiang Jiu tried to break free, but she was afraid of aggravating his wound.
