Wen Nuan turned her head to look at him, finding his expression oddly peculiar, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
Qin Shaojin came back to his senses, glanced at Wen Nuan, whose delicate features were accentuated by her oval face, her large eyes brimming with vivacity.
Wen Nuan felt something was amiss, "You... Why are you looking at me?"
"Are you reading those racy novels again?"
Qin Shaojin curved his lips into a smile, walked over, and placed the iodine and cotton swabs on the empty desk. He bent down to grasp Wen Nuan's ankle, lifting her pale leg, glanced at her knee, and with one hand gently dipped a cotton swab in iodine after tearing open the packaging, "Let me know if it hurts."
Wen Nuan uttered an "Mhm," eyeing Qin Shaojin. Was he really being kind? Or would he jab her wound harshly with the cotton swab while applying the medicine?
