Ji Wei saw the situation and immediately her face flushed bright red.
At this moment, she was still sprawled over Mo Qian's body. Their intimately suggestive posture was enough to stir endless imaginations.
Ji Wei stayed flustered for a while, her gaze catching sight of the vivid crimson on the man's shoulder illuminated by the flashlight. She quickly scrambled to get off him in a panic.
Mo Qian's wound needed to be tended to immediately!
Inside the luxurious yacht.
Chen Ke's men were guarding outside. Ji Wei pulled out the medical emergency kit, urgently rummaging for bandages and disinfectant supplies.
Mo Qian sat quietly to the side, watching the woman fumble about hectically.
She probably wasn't very skilled when it came to treating wounds or handling such matters—it suited her image as a proud young lady. Yet seeing the worry and anxiety etched between her brows, Mo Qian felt something surge within his chest.
