Bai Li looked at Yan Cijin and understood right away what she meant. She had a wound on her hand, and Yan Cijin was worried that if the blood got on it, it might cause problems. Bai Li did not argue and did not hesitate. Holding the knife in her right hand, she simply extended her left hand a little and said, "Help me."
She said that to Yan Cijin, but her eyes never left Ren Ming. Her attention stayed locked on him, because she knew that any second now, anything could happen. Yan Cijin moved fast. She slipped the glove onto Bai Li's left hand first, then the right one. The gloves fit her pretty well and did not affect her grip much at all. Once they were on, Bai Li flexed her fingers slightly to check, and she seemed satisfied.
