Seeing that she was about to withdraw her hand, Jiang Baizhou slightly lowered his eyes and quickly grabbed her wrist. His originally calm voice turned hoarse, "Hmm, keep wiping."
Cen Jin was taken aback, her eyes widening as she stared at him in a daze. She could still feel the coolness from his palm on her wrist. The two locked eyes, one standing high and the other low. Jiang Baizhou gazed at her rosy cherry lips, his Adam's apple subtly bobbing, lightly pressing his lips together. Just as he was about to speak, the double sliding doors of the observation room suddenly opened, instantly breaking the atmosphere that was about to solidify in the hallway.
Cen Jin also snapped back to her senses, hurriedly averting her gaze and, using all her strength, pulled her wrist from his large hand, forcefully stuffing the cloth into his hand. She quickly walked to the nurse who had come out, "Hello, I'd like to ask, how is my mom? Is her back injury serious?"
