Gu Nian abruptly looked up.
His reddened eyes were dazed. He watched as she pushed him away, quickly rummaged for the first-aid kit, and then, as if remembering something, ran over to kick the dagger far away before hurrying back to his side.
Thanks to a certain snake who loved getting injured, Jiang Qingli's tolerance for wounds was quite high; she didn't panic at the sight of the cut on Gu Nian's neck.
But she wasn't very practiced at bandaging wounds.
After applying the styptic powder, Jiang Qingli fumbled with the gauze for a few moments before wrapping it around his neck four or five times. The result looked quite intimidating.
Gu Nian quietly waited for her to finish.
Watching her bustle about for his sake, he found it hard to describe his own emotions.
He pressed his lips together, and the cut she had just bitten into them stung.
Jiang Qingli noticed and approached with the ointment. "Does your lip need some too?"
