"That's tough on you!" Ning Yichu had barely finished speaking when Li Lingyang quickly agreed, as if he had eagerly awaited her request.
Ning Yichu looked at him in surprise a few times, only to find he still had that same cold, indifferent expression, as if what had just happened was an illusion.
Fortunately, the medical kit in the car was well-stocked with drugs, alcohol, swabs, and everything needed.
She bent down to start the treatment...
Li Lingyang's wound was actually quite deep. When she applied alcohol to it, Ning Yichu couldn't help but wince just by watching, her slender, dense lashes trembling, a flash of guilt in her eyes, "If you feel pain, I'll try to be gentler."
"It doesn't hurt," Li Lingyang stared at her intensely with deep-set eyes, "Go ahead."
Embarrassed by his gaze, Ning Yichu bit her lower lip, "I'll remember this favor today. If you ever need my help in the future, I'd be obligate to assist."
"I need something now."
"Hmm?" That quickly?