"I didn't know it was you."
Qin Zhao pursed his lips, still feeling somewhat guilty.
The two of them returned home together. Qin Zhao had intended to help him dress his wound, but Chu Yan refused.
"I am a doctor, I can do a better job than you. If you feel guilty, just kiss me, and I might consider forgiving you."
Qin Zhao rolled her eyes, "I didn't hit you on purpose."
After saying that, she muttered, "What is there to feel guilty about?"
"It's alright, it's not the first time I've been hit."
Chu Yan sighed, having a certain sense of worry for his future.
"What do you mean by that? Am I that violent?"
"No, you are the gentlest."
"......"
Chu Yan realized she was glaring at him and couldn't help but chuckle.
Reaching out, he pinched her face and smiled, "What? You are not happy when complimented?"
Qin Zhao swatted Chu Yan's hand away and turned to leave.
She had wanted to go back to her own room but still grabbed the first-aid kit for him.