Yu Lingqian sighed helplessly and simply sat on the edge of the bathtub.
When his hand appeared in front of Mu Anran, it was already holding a patch.
Yu Lingqian didn't say a word, he just reached out to take Mu Anran's hands.
He squeezed out a bit of the medicine and warmed it in his palm.
Then, very carefully, he began to apply the medicine to Mu Anran's injured areas.
His movements were extremely attentive, and his slightly warm breath brushed against Mu Anran's cheek.
Mu Anran looked up, dumbfounded, at the man's almost perfect profile.
It's often said that a man being serious is the most handsome, but in Mu Anran's eyes, Yu Lingqian looks his best no matter what he's doing.
Especially when he's so focused on applying medication to her wounds.
"Remember to be smarter in the future. If anyone dares to touch you, just get rid of them."
Yu Lingqian said this filled with resentment and displeasure.
