Bo Yucheng's wounds were a bit mangled.
The blood had soaked the white shirt red, and the gauze was stuck to the wound. It looked horrifying.
"I will try to be as gentle as possible."
Despite being annoyed, Shi Qinglan's heart softened when she saw his wound. Even her voice was much gentler. "Tell me if it hurts too much."
Bo Yucheng widened his almond-shaped eyes and looked at the girl with his peripheral vision. He saw her oval-shaped face, which was as smooth as porcelain, flowing with worry. There was also heartache in between her eyes.
"Since Lanlan is changing the dressing for me personally, I am able to bear all the pain that comes with it." He smiled with boundless satisfaction in his gaze.
Shi Qinglan held the tweezers in her fair fingers.
She was cleaning the part where the gauze was stuck to the wound with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. Shi Qinglan slowly removed the gauze before disinfecting and applying a salve to the wound.