Nian Shen suddenly grabbed Heather's hand, earning a glare from her. "Mr. Nian, please don't overdo it. You've seen it yourself—injured or not, I won't go easy on you."
That said, while her words were firm, she found herself unconsciously lowering her standards. Even if she had to subdue him, she'd be mindful of his wound.
After all…
Wasn't his injury ultimately because of her negligence?
She bore undeniable responsibility.
But that didn't mean he had a free pass to mess around!
"What I mean is—are you planning to dress my wound for me?" He was holding onto the hand she had just moved to unbutton his hospital gown.
"Do you see a third person in this room? Trust me, I've patched myself up a lot growing up. As the saying goes, 'long illnesses make a doctor.' I'm practically a pro." She tried to pry his hand away.
However, she could feel it—Nian Shen's muscles weren't just for show. His strength was impressive.
