Throughout this period, Zhong Lingling was particularly tense.
After Xiang Yimo placed her on the sofa in the living room, she took a long breath.
Xiang Yimo fetched the adhesive bandages from the table.
He ripped off the protective strip from the bandage, gently took Zhong Lingling's hand, and she, with her big, watery eyes, stared at the half-lowered eyes of Xiang Yimo, under his thick lashes, those pitch-black eyes were as deep and mysterious as the night sky.
Xiang Yimo blew on Zhong Lingling's wound.
Feeling the warm breath from Xiang Yimo, Zhong Lingling felt warmth all over.
Xiang Yimo bowed his head, lips pursed on his naturally red and beautiful mouth, and carefully stuck the bandage on Zhong Lingling's wound, gently instructing, "From now on, don't be so foolish, you must tend to your wounds right away!"
Zhong Lingling nodded like a wilful child.