The coolness on her skin brought Rong Qingqing back to her senses, but by the time she saw what he was doing, it was too late to stop him.
The girl's fair and slender legs were exposed to the air, and Xie Jingrun's gaze deepened.
"It's just a scrape." After a moment, Xie Jingrun gently stroked her injured area with his long fingers and said slowly.
When he touched her, a strange feeling washed over her entire body. Rong Qingqing flinched, pursed her lips, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
Xie Jingrun glanced at her, withdrew his hand, and then took out a small white porcelain bottle from his pocket.
"What is that?" Rong Qingqing asked curiously as she half-sat up.
Xie Jingrun glanced at her, said nothing, opened the bottle, and evenly sprinkled the powder inside the porcelain bottle onto her wound.
Rong Qingqing hissed, cold sweat pouring down her face, "It hurts so much!"
Seeing the girl's furrowed brow, Xie Jingrun suddenly reached out and touched her head. "This is wound medicine. It will sting a little when you apply it to the wound, but it won't hurt afterward. Just bear with it."
Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment. Looking at the man's almost gentle gaze, she suddenly felt a little flustered.
She instinctively leaned back to avoid his touch.
Xie Jingrun paused, glanced at her intently, and then withdrew his hand.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
Rong Qingqing broke the silence somewhat awkwardly, "Um... why do you still carry wound medicine with you?"
Xie Jingrun glanced at her indifferently, sat down on the grass, and looked up at the distant sky without answering her question.
Rong Qingqing glanced at his face and, seeing that he remained silent and did not answer, did not press him further.
She propped herself up on her hands, sat up, and looked down to examine her injured knee.
Her wound wasn't serious; it was just a scrape. Now that it's been powdered, the wound is barely visible.
She touched it gently, and as Xie Jingrun had said, it no longer hurt.
"Xie Jingrun, let's go back..." Before she could finish speaking, Xie Jingrun's voice rang out, "I used to get injured often, so my grandfather ordered me to carry my medicine with me. Over time, I got used to carrying medicine with me."
Rong Qingqing was taken aback, thinking he wouldn't answer her.
After hearing his words and seeing the faint hint of sadness in his expression, she paused, then asked softly, "Your grandfather..."
"He has passed away," Xie Jingrun said calmly.
Rong Qingqing realized that she had unintentionally touched on his painful memories.
Just as she was feeling somewhat guilty, she saw Xie Jingrun suddenly stand up.
His voice was slightly deep. "Let's go."
"Where to?" Rong Qingqing was taken aback and looked up at him.
Xie Jingrun curled his lips into a smile. "What do you think?"
Upon seeing this, Rong Qingqing immediately glared at him warily, "If you want to soak in the hot spring, go by yourself, don't drag me along."
Xie Jingrun paused, then bent down and pulled her up. "Who said we were going to soak in the hot springs?"
“What you said earlier.” Rong Qingqing pushed his hand away and kept her distance from him.
"I'm not going to soak anymore." Seeing the girl's aloof demeanor, as if she wanted to keep her distance from him, Xie Jingrun's heart sank, and his face turned gloomy.
Rong Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go then." After saying that, she looked at the dark road ahead, thought for a moment, and asked, "Are we going to walk back?"
"You can walk back by yourself." Xie Jingrun glanced at her, said this, and before she could react, he leaped away.
Rong Qingqing was dumbfounded as she watched the man vanish in an instant.
Xie Jingrun, that jerk, does he have to be so rude?
They actually abandoned her all by herself, that's absolutely despicable!
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