He first wiped off the blood that had seeped from the wound, disinfected it, and then applied medicine before carefully wrapping it with a gauze bandage, trying to be as gentle as possible. However, it still hurt so much that Chu Yao's body tremulously shook, a layer of sweat emerging on her pale skin. She tilted her head back, her face tightly contorted in discomfort, and under the light, her complexion turned even paler and colder, with a thin layer of sweat covering her cheeks and neck.
But no matter how painful it was, she always bit her lip and didn't make a sound.
Mo Tingshen only glanced at her briefly and then hastened his actions, discarding a pile of bloodied gauze at his feet.
He breathed heavily, forcefully suppressing the cool irritation in his chest from showing on his face.
"Do you want me to take revenge for you?"
