"Every day, apply this medicine to your wrist, and also treat that scar on the back of your hand. It saves me from the eyesore." After Mo Liancheng finished applying the medicine on the last wound, he let go of her small hand and handed the little medicine bottle to her.
"Thanks. As for this scar... Whether it's an eyesore or not is my personal problem. This medicine is good, it shouldn't be wasted." After applying the medicine to her injured wrist, Qu Tan'er felt a cool sensation and the pain diminished. She immediately understood that the medicine he brought was excellent, so she accepted it without hesitation. However, she didn't apply it to the old scar that had no feeling, thinking it was a waste. After all, it was her hand, and she could do whatever she wanted with it.
"You are my Princess Consort," Mo Liancheng said flatly.
"So what if I am?" What did he mean by that?
"So, your hand is also mine."
"..." She hesitated, unsure of what to do.
