Xia Dabao was carried to the shore, and Long Aixi checked her foot. Unforgettably, she still managed to curse indignantly, "Who on earth is so blind they threw a broken bowl into the river and cut my foot?"
Indeed, though her fair little foot was smeared with mud, a wound half a finger's length was clearly exposed and still bleeding.
Long Aixi quickly washed her foot with stream water, then fiercely tore a piece of cloth from his own clothes, focusing on dressing Xia Dabao's wound.
Xia Dabao sat, and Long Aixi lay down. For some reason, Xia Dabao felt the position was too intimate, and her face suddenly flushed.
Yet Long Aixi didn't think too much of it. After he had bandaged the wound, he helped Xia Dabao pull her trousers back down, and then squatted, "I'll carry you back home first."