"No!" Mu Anran rejected the idea without even thinking, "Not only is there a wound on your arm, there are also wounds on your body..."
Thinking about how Shen Muchen had later told her that Yu Lingqian was even hit by a car while saving her, Mu Anran felt unbearably guilty.
Yu Lingqian: "...Do you think I can't go on my own?"
Mu Anran bit her lip, her tone becoming gentler, as if she was coaxing a child, "Young Master Yu, you've used that kind of medicine, and wounds heal very slowly as it is. If they get wet, they'll get infected."
Yu Lingqian frowned as he looked at Mu Anran, who was half-kneeling by the bed.
Her eyes were wide and sparkling, innocent like Bambi's.
Anyone who saw those pitiful eyes would find it impossible to utter a word of refusal.
Yu Lingqian's eyes darkened ever so slightly, suddenly feeling an urge to pull her into his arms and give her a fierce kiss.
Unfortunately, his body wouldn't allow it.