Qin Xin sighed softly.
She first felt the man's forehead; it was no longer hot.
Then she lifted the blanket to check the marks on his knee.
In the bright daylight, the wounds were much clearer compared to last night under the bedside lamp.
She closed her eyes briefly.
Foolish man. How could he allow himself to be in such a state?
Qin Xin sighed again, stood up, and prepared to fetch the medical kit.
A strong force from behind pulled her back under the covers.
"Little lady, you stayed up so late last night. Sleep a little longer," Nalan Ye Jue said, having woken up at some point.
Qin Xin: "Your wounds need re-dressing."
Nalan Ye Jue: "No rush. Resting here with me is the best painkiller."
Qin Xin was stunned.
Her cheeks flushed involuntarily.
Hearing Lu Yi say she was his medicine was nothing like hearing it directly from him.
How to put it—like a gentle breeze fluttering flowers open, a room filled with springtime.
