In the room.
Gu Yan's face was so dark it could scrape off several layers of carbon dust.
Nie Xiaoxing watched Gu Yan squat in front of her for meticulous disinfection. Her palm still hurt badly, but her heart was wrapped in layers of honey.
"Hmm..."
Maybe Gu Yan accidentally touched the burnt flesh on Nie Xiaoxing's palm.
Nie Xiaoxing winced in pain and forcefully withdrew her hand.
Gu Yan's brows locked tightly, forming a straight line, but he paused the disinfection action.
Nie Xiaoxing's whole arm was trembling, lightly biting her pale lips, carefully staring at Gu Yan's face, and softly said, "Can we not disinfect? It hurts too much."
The disinfectant was inherently strong in irritation.
Nie Xiaoxing's palm was severely injured, and water on her wound made her jump from the pain.
Gu Yan tightened his grip on Nie Xiaoxing's fingers.
Fiery red eyes looked at Nie Xiaoxing.
With this look.
Nie Xiaoxing thought he was going to scold her.
