Bo Jinlan kindly reminded, "First clean the wound with saline and hydrogen peroxide."
"..."
Jiang Yaoyao glared at him, "I know!"
She twisted open the bottle of saline, taking a cotton swab cautiously toward him, "I'll clean it for you first, it'll sting a bit, just bear with it."
Bo Jinlan couldn't help but smile, reaching out to encircle her slender waist.
"Hey!" Jiang Yaoyao jumped in fright, "Don't touch me."
Underneath her coat, she wore a loose blue plaid sweater paired with light grey joggers—it was very homely. You could tell she came in a hurry, and she hadn't even put on makeup. Her black, fluffy, curly hair was loosely tied into a bun, with some strands escaping.
But in Bo Jinlan's eyes, no matter how he looked, she was beautiful, especially the girl's serious demeanor...
It was quite adorable.
His fingers refused to let go, and he even leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing across her forehead and nose, suddenly making the atmosphere a bit subtle.