Ji Rui lowered his head, carefully pinching her injured finger, gently applying a cotton pad to the medicated wound.
But to Le Tong, the man's slightly warm fingertips felt like a heated iron, making her skin where he touched it feel burning hot. Instinctively, Le Tong wanted to withdraw her hand, but the man added a bit of pressure with his fingertips, "The wound is still bleeding, don't move."
Ji Rui cast a deep glance at her, spoke in a calm voice, and then continued to treat her wound.
It was only then that Le Tong felt a bit of reality, yet this sense of reality seemed to stem from the unfamiliarity this man brought her.
This man, she should have been very familiar with.
She had worked under him as a secretary for nearly a year, and she was well aware of many of his small habits and preferences. Often, this man gave her the impression of a highly aggressive beast, even when silent, it seemed that he was merely gathering strength.
