Mu Jin Huan curved his lips into a smile, "Actually, I already ate. I lied to you because I wanted to keep you."
"You!" Nan Wan's delicate brows knitted together, and when she looked up, she saw the man's dark eyes holding a faint hint of amusement.
She wanted to pull her hand away but didn't dare to use force because she didn't know where exactly he was injured.
"Why is your hand so cold," Mu Jin Huan's calloused fingertips brushed slowly and gently across the back of her hand, "You smell of alcohol and smoke. Where did you pick it up so late?"
Though his voice was gentle, the sense of pressure it carried did not diminish.
Nan Wan awkwardly avoided the man's gaze, "A patient's family member, a heavy smoker for decades, caused a ruckus after drinking. I must have picked it up in the afternoon; I haven't had a chance to change clothes."
