The bedroom lights were fully on to treat Lin Chucheng's wound, making it very bright.
Lu Huai'an held the first aid kit, his wrist caught by the girl's grip. He paused, turned, and looked at her innocent face.
From this angle, he could clearly see the urgent light in her eyes. She wasn't afraid of a misunderstanding from others, but rather being misunderstood by him.
His distinct features showed little emotion, but his free right hand reached out to pinch the girl's nose, his voice deep, "I know."
Even though she had her back to him at that time and he didn't see the entire incident clearly, he knew she didn't do it on purpose.
Hearing those three words, Lin Chu's heart instantly settled.
Her indifferent face slowly broke into a relieved smile. She shifted on the sofa, leaning over to wrap her arms around the man's waist, snuggling into his embrace.
