Zhan Lan saw for the first time in a man's eyes, the flicker of his passionate and straightforward love.
Mu Yan looked at her wound and frowned, "Your clothes are about to stick to the wound, I need to treat it for you. Bear with it a bit."
Zhan Lan laid on the bed, showing half her face, "Have your maid treat my wound!"
Mu Yan's hand touched her back, "I don't have a maid."
Zhan Lan turned to look at him, winced in pain, and Mu Yan's hand gently pushed her back down, "Don't move, you're like this, I can't have any improper thoughts..."
Mu Yan carefully cut open the back of Zhan Lan's clothes, full of pity as he absorbed the sight of her mangled back, and couldn't bear to look further down.
For the first time, Zhan Lan exposed her back in front of a man, burying her face in the quilt, feeling Mu Yan's fingers with gauze, cleaning the wound little by little.
The pain and tingling feeling uncontrollably shook her body.