"You fucking sit tight for me."
Thoroughly teased to the point her heart was itching, Mo Shangjun flung his hand away and stood up in one go.
"Hiss—"
Ya Tianxing sucked in a sharp breath of pain.
Mo Shangjun quickly leaned closer. "Pulled the wound?"
But when she lowered her head, she saw the stitched wound on his arm looked fine, and at the same time Ya Tianxing lifted his gaze, the corners of his eyes and brows full of mocking amusement.
"...Fuck."
Snapping back, Mo Shangjun cursed, aggrieved.
"I'm going to find them."
Throwing that down, Mo Shangjun turned to leave.
But the instant she turned, her wrist was grabbed by Ya Tianxing.
Ya Tianxing said mildly, "Let them wait."
"..." Mo Shangjun paused and stressed, "I'm going to get the medicine."
Ya Tianxing glanced to the side. "There are bandages and medicine in the wardrobe. Go get them."
Mo Shangjun turned sideways, frowning in disbelief. "You even checked out the little girl's wardrobe?"
"...I didn't."
