While Leng Sichen sat there looking like the Eldest Young Master, leisurely watching her in a disheveled state, he showed no inclination to help at all.
Xia Yuxun looked up and glared at him, and in a burst of anger, she used strength, and the button flew off far away.
"What are you looking at? I'll sew it back on tomorrow!" Xia Yuxun scolded him with a glance.
Humph, is he just despising her for being rough? So what if she is rough!
The wound on her shoulder wasn't too severe, just a bit split; it was soon taken care of.
The trouble was the new wound on her stomach, soaked with fresh blood, which left her unsure of where to start treating it.
Why does he always manage to make himself look like a crime scene?
Xia Yuxun had him lean against the headboard, which neither pressed on his back shoulder nor the wound on his stomach.