Xu Zijin coldly watched this scene and didn't reach out to receive it.
Instinctively, Yan Yinuo followed the light and glanced at his hand.
It was wrapped in white bandages, with some places already stained with fresh red blood.
Under Xu Zijin's cold and unwavering gaze, Yan Yinuo felt her heart shrink with anxiety. "I... I'll feed you..."
His hand was injured and not very functional, okay.
Taking care of the wounded is her duty, after all.
After building up her courage twice, she shakily held the bottle and slowly approached Xu Zijin's mouth.
They had never been this intimate before. At this moment, Yan Yinuo felt utterly exposed by her awkwardness.
She dared not look into Xu Zijin's eyes, so she silently focused on his lips.
When the bottle's mouth touched those thin lips, Xu Zijin slowly opened his mouth.
Yan Yinuo applied a little pressure, tilting the bottle slightly.
But it was too cold; her hand hadn't fully recovered, making it difficult to control her strength.
