Han Jingnian looked at the beads of blood seeping from Xia Wan’an’s wrist, his brows and eyes growing even icier, and the aura he emitted beca more terrifying.
When Xia Wan’an saw that Han Jingnian had released her wrist and hadn’t responded for a while, she turned her head, puzzled, and glanced at him.
Her movent snapped Jingnian out of his reverie, and he murmured, "Wait a second," before standing up and walking back to the car.
Jingnian opened the car door, leaned his upper body inside, searched for a mont, and then folded back to Xia Wan’an’s side. When he knelt down again, Xia Wan’an realized that he was now holding several portable alcohol swabs and band-aids.
Uh...
Xia Wan’an couldn’t help but turn her head and glance at the few n that Jingnian had scared off when he drove over earlier: "..."
At this ti, those n seed more pressing, right? Will Jingnian ever get to the point?
While Xia Wan’an silently criticized him, Jingnian had already opened a portable alcohol swab and began to disinfect her wrist.
The alcohol seeped into the wound, causing a prickling pain that made Xia Wan’an involuntarily shrink her arm back, refocusing her attention on Jingnian.
"Does it hurt?" Jingnian asked softly, noticing her flinching reaction.
Before Xia Wan’an could respond, the force with which Jingnian disinfected her wound lightened considerably.
Xia Wan’an’s heart unexpectedly softened and ward in that instant, tinged with an indescribable sweetness... It had to be said, Jingnian might be a bit tactless at tis, but often, his straightforward actions surpassed countless sweet nothings.
Xia Wan’an stared at Jingnian, entranced for a mont, then realized her thoughts had been led astray by Jingnian and subconsciously looked back at those n once more.
The n, watching Jingnian apply dicine to Xia Wan’an’s wounds, had expressions as if carved from the sa mold—uniformly incredulous.
To make such a grand entrance only to tend to her seemingly trivial wounds was indeed unbelievable...
Xia Wan’an silently agreed with the emotions of those n, then quickly whispered to Jingnian, "Mr. Han, my wounds are minor, they’ll scab over by tomorrow, the main thing is... it’s them."
Jingnian knew who the "them" Xia Wan’an referred to were, but he didn’t seem to care at all. "They’re not even worth ntioning."
"What the heck!" "Damn!" "Who do you think you are looking down on?"
The n nearby, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but feel enraged.
It was bad enough being ignored, but now they weren’t even seen as a threat? Did he think they were pushovers?
The n exchanged glances and then, as if in unspoken agreent, they moved closer to Jingnian and Xia Wan’an.
"Mr. Han, Mr. Han..." Xia Wan’an, sensing the commotion, instinctively tried to withdraw her hand.
Jingnian instinctively tightened his grip on the palm of her hand, and while continuing to treat her wound as if the others didn’t exist, said to the approaching n, "One minute."
Those three words from him caught the n off guard.
"Give a mont..." Jingnian, holding Xia Wan’an’s hand, turned it over, and after seeing that the other side was just a bit red with no actual wounds, swallowed the rest of his intended words, changing them to: "Never mind, not necessary anymore..."
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