Baili Xia had seen Mu Xiaojiu's body before, but she had never, as she was doing now, examined it so closely in the daylight.
Upon seeing his wounded body now, although the scars were so faint they were almost untraceable, her heart inexplicably tightened.
"So? Do you really want to indulge in daytime vulgarity?"
The voice coming from above, belonging to Mu Xiaojiu, was evidently teasing, but it carried a slight touch of displeasure.
Startled, Baili Xia abruptly withdrew her gaze, her little face involuntarily flushing.
She quickly retrieved a medical kit from a secret compartment in the car and began to clean the wound on his arm.
"Daytime vulgarity", what a literary phrase Uncle could use.
He was likely the only one who could speak such shameless words with a casual, indifferent demeanor.
However, she realized that Uncle was not in a good mood, he must be angry.
Although he had not yet begun to scold her, she dared not say more.