Just took a bath, Baili Xia didn't bring her medicine bag with her.
But Uncle's wound still needs some other medication to be treated properly.
"No need, this is enough."
Mu Xiaojiu's gaze fell on her, firm and indisputable, yet mixed with a hint of special sentiment.
How much does he hate medicine? He doesn't even allow her to get external medicine.
"Uncle, not using medicine might be bad for your wound," Baili Xia said softly, trying to persuade.
But Mu Xiaojiu didn't respond, just sat there quietly without speaking.
His appearance already indicated his attitude.
Baili Xia felt a bit helpless; she seemed to have no way against Uncle's attitude.
Watching Mu Xiaojiu, she was so upset she wanted to stomp her feet.
Is this body someone else's? He doesn't know how to cherish himself.
But that's just the way he is, not easily swayed by others.
No, she must find a way.
Her mind raced quickly, and after a while, a strategy flashed in her mind.
