Just Saying

Noir remained as impassive as ever. He simply gave the deep gash on his arm – which appeared severe enough to need stitches – a furtive glance before taking out a roll of bandage from his prop storage. 

Seeing this, Gu Luoxin intended to lend a hand, but the man moved so fast that he had no chance to butt in. 

Noir nimbly cleaned the blood on his arm and dressed the injury before tying a secure knot with the help of his teeth. His smooth and practiced movements highlighted the tantalizing flex of his toned biceps and the sharp line of his jaws, oozing with the hot allure of danger and power, like a hunting leopard lazily licking the blood off its paw. 

Gu Luoxin couldn't help but stare despite himself, enraptured. 

In no time at all, crimson specks permeated the white bandages akin to ink dripping into a glass of water. It looked terrible at first glance, but honestly such a wound was nothing in the players' eyes.