Lu Jinghan used both hands to cup Han Xi's slightly cool face and kissed her...
In the slightly cold night, the two embraced, and their silhouettes stretched under the lamplight.
Lu Jinghan released Han Xi's lips, his forehead resting on hers, and his clear voice was filled with tenderness, "I'm sorry for worrying you."
Han Xi initially wanted to tiptoe to kiss him again, but as soon as she lifted her toes, the wound on her leg hurt terribly.
"What's wrong? Is your wound hurting?"
Lu Jinghan nervously squatted down and rolled up Han Xi's pant leg, revealing a lot of blood flowing from her leg, staining even her white socks.
Lu Jinghan let down Han Xi's pant leg, stood up and took off his shirt to put it on Han Xi, then scooped the woman into his arms and strode forward.
Han Xi looked up at Lu Jinghan's solemn face, knowing he was angry.
"I'm fine. We'll clean the wound when we get back to the hospital. Don't worry."
