Jiang Yimian laughed and said with a smile, "You wish! I haven't agreed yet."
Lu Cijian suddenly became anxious and turned around to ask, "Then who does Mianmian want to marry?"
However, when his gaze fell on the girl's smooth, jade-like shoulders, the tips of his ears involuntarily turned red, and he struggled to look away.
Jiang Yimian found it increasingly interesting. Leaning back on the soft couch, she casually asked, "Weren't you going to help me apply the medicine?"
Lu Cijian responded and then walked over.
At a glance, one could see the slightly gruesome wound on the fair skin.
The wound was deep; you could almost see the bone inside.
He felt a pang of pain in his heart, his hands trembling as he cleaned the wound, his voice tinged with guilt, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Jiang Yimian shook her head; she had suffered much worse injuries before.
There were far more times when his life hung by a thread. Although the wound was deep, it did not endanger his life or break any bones, so it was really not worth mentioning.
She wasn't as badly injured as she was when Lu Cijian protected her.
Just as she was thinking this, she felt a cool sensation coming from the wound, which relieved the original pain. She was stunned and turned her head to look. She saw Lu Cijian with his head down, cleaning the wound and blowing on it gently.
The young man looked unusually focused, as if he were doing something devout, his eyes filled with caution and reverence.
The warm breath sprayed on her skin, causing a ticklish sensation.
Jiang Yimian suddenly blushed and unconsciously shifted her body.
Lu Cijian instinctively pressed down on her shoulder and scolded, "Don't move."
Both of them were startled. This time, Lu Cijian did not withdraw his hand. He pressed down on her shoulder with a little force, making her unable to move.
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