"Gu Nanqiao," he looked up at her, his expression unfriendly, his tone not any better, "Did you do that on purpose?"
"..."
Huo Jingting then lowered his head to check his own wound again before he stepped out, ignoring her, and went straight back to the bedroom.
Gu Nanqiao followed him out and saw him retrieve a tube of ointment from the bedside table, squeeze some of it out, and carelessly apply it to the injured area before tossing it back.
Throughout the process, his face was sullen.
Gu Nanqiao didn't enter the room either, just stood at the doorway, watching him impassively.
The crystal chandelier inside the bedroom was not turned on, only a floor lamp was lit, casting a dim light on his handsome face, giving it a somewhat hazy appearance.
After standing at the doorway for a long time, she finally mustered the courage to walk over.
Huo Jingting leaned against the headboard, eyes slightly narrowed, without lifting his head.