Xia Weibao almost drooled at that moment.
So handsome, even without any expression, still so handsome.
The voice was pleasant too.
"Your wound has opened up, let me help you treat it first."
As she spoke, she grabbed the medical kit and reached out to lift the blanket.
The man was startled, quickly pressing down the blanket, somewhat annoyed, "What are you doing?"
"Treating your wound, what else could I be doing?"
"You... have no shame."
"Hey, what's wrong with you? I'm just trying to treat your bleeding wound, how can you insult me?"
"Men and women should not touch each other, don't you even understand this etiquette?"
Xia Weibao was also annoyed. Anyone who saves someone in good faith, yet instead of gratitude, gets scolded— even a saint has a temper.
Throwing the medical kit aside, "Fine, consider me meddlesome. You should just have been hacked to death or struck by lightning!"
With that, she turned and strode away.
