The blush on Chu Jin's face had gradually subsided, replaced by a thin layer of sweat.
It had to be said.
Mo Zhixuan's injuries were really severe, with shards of the broken vase even piercing through the flesh and embedding into the shoulder blade.
Chu Jin frowned slightly, carefully disinfecting his wound, applying medicine, and dressing it…
Her warm fingertips danced ceaselessly across his skin.
That warmth, following the flow of blood, reached deep into his heart.
Mo Zhixuan simply lowered his gaze to watch her movements, a hint of a smile spreading across the depths of his profound eyes.
After successfully dressing the wound, Chu Jin began to instruct him on some precautions.
"Try not to get it wet in the next few days, avoid spicy food at all costs, and be careful not to let it get infected or inflamed," she said.