"I saved a beauty, and instead of a thank-you, I got a dagger," Yin Xiaofan complained to nowhere in particular.
When he woke up, he found his clothes missing. Anyone would be a bit upset; emotions were understandable, but there was no need to get so aggressive and pull out a dagger. This was like playing with life and death. Did it have to be this crazy?
"Miss, you forgot. Last night, you collapsed at my doorstep, and I saved you." Feeling the cold dagger against his neck, Yin Xiaofan said with a wry smile. "And I assure you, with my honor, I only detoxified and treated your wounds. I didn't do anything else."
"You know medical skills?" She touched the bandage under her shoulder and believed him somewhat. Plus, she didn't find anything improper on her body.
"Somewhat," Yin Xiaofan said with a smile. "Since it's a misunderstanding, could you please put away the dagger?"
She glanced at Yin Xiaofan, then sheathed the dagger.
