"What are you doing?" Liuliu complained in pain.
"I'm using liquor to clean your wounds. You said this way they wouldn't get infected. I'm applying the liquor gently. Just bear with it." Xiaotian wasn't like someone who would roughly clean the wounds with liquor, causing even a big man like him to wince in pain. While cleaning gently, Xiaotian would also blow on it, making it seem less painful for Liuliu.
Liuliu saw Xiaotian's gentle movements in the mirror of her vanity and the warm breaths he blew towards her, and suddenly remembered her own past treatment towards him. The contrast was night and day! Forget it, better not to think about it. It would be embarrassing, it seems shameful! To shoot or not to shoot? Liuliu suddenly couldn't make up her mind. This was the first time she was cared for by a man with such meticulous care, and it felt good.