Given the current situation, if they wait for someone else to rescue them, this man will bleed to death first!
Since she decided to help, there's no reason to give up halfway; she won't just watch this man die like this.
Wen Jiaren squatted in front of Mu Qian, expressionless, and said to him, "You, take off your clothes."
The man looked at her in silence, as if he hadn't heard, motionless.
This man's eyes are damn captivating!
Wait a minute, Wen Jiaren, what are you thinking?
Wen Jiaren cleared her throat, suppressing her irritation, and repeated, "I told you to take off your shirt, so I can look at the wound on your back."
The man still didn't respond.
Wen Jiaren's pretty face turned icy, and a surge of anger suddenly rose from her heart. She stepped forward, grabbing the man's clothes and pulling them up, as fierce as a tigress, "Lift your hands for me."
Mu Qian was touched, because this appearance of hers was so familiar and endearing to him.
