"Alright, I can handle the rest myself." She really could apply the medicine to the front and arm injuries herself.
However, when Feng Jinglei took the medicine back from him, she unexpectedly noticed that his right palm seemed injured, wrapped in a thick layer of bandages.
She paused and her gaze lingered on his right palm.
"What happened to your hand?" she asked instinctively, remembering that at the golf course, his hand was not injured.
Qin Feimo glanced at her, and after confirming she could apply the medicine herself, stood up calmly just as the doorbell rang.
Without saying anything, he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Feng Jinglei sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at his figure disappearing at the doorway, then lowered her eyes, pondered for two seconds, and decided not to dwell on it, focusing on applying medicine to her own bruised body.
Fortunately, they were all superficial wounds and should heal within a couple of days.
