The wound was not shallow; in just a few seconds, her cut finger was already covered in crimson blood.
Such a sight caused Nan Yuling's face to darken.
A pang of heartache hit him.
All just from collecting kite string—how did she manage to hurt herself like this?
"Silly woman, couldn't you have let me do it?!" He glanced at her with a lowered gaze and said in frustration.
Chided by him, Su Xingyue felt somewhat innocent and pursed her lips, whispering an explanation.
"I just forgot about the strong wind here..."
She hadn't expected the kite string to be so tight; it cut her finger open with a mere tug.
Looking at her innocent expression, Nan Yuling frowned and his reprimands dissolved in his mouth.
He pursed his lips, and the next second… he lifted her injured finger to his lips.
Then… he parted his thin lips and took it in…
…
Su Xingyue was startled, looking up at the man carefully tending to her wound, her heart also fluttering…