Shi Che swept another glance at her with his dark eyes, his thin lips slightly pursed, and said nothing.
Ling Chuxia's heart fluttered under Shi Che's gaze, but she gathered her courage and spoke again, "Maybe... we should change the dressing. Your wound… it's opened up."
Shi Che seemed impatient, his brow furrowing deeply, as he stared at Ling Chuxia and said, "I said it's not necessary!" With that, he tried to pull his hand back.
Ling Chuxia didn't know what came over her. Hearing Shi Che's impatient words, she should have silently withdrawn her hand, but perhaps out of genuine worry about his wound getting infected, or maybe for some other reason, she did not silently retreat. Instead, she grabbed Shi Che's hand and forcefully pulled him.
Shi Che had not expected Ling Chuxia to make this move. Caught off guard, she pulled him forcefully onto the bed.
