Ling Mo looked at Qin Beiming, whose face was pale, and wanted to ask him why he had rushed to save her despite everything.
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down.
Although she was very slow to warm up and had extremely low emotional intelligence, she could still clearly feel Qin Beiming's care and love for her.
After experiencing betrayal from her entire family and seeing Liang Feifan's true colors, Ling Mo, fearing that her sincerity would be trampled on time and time again, began to habitually use extreme indifference as a shield to protect herself, no longer willing to trust others.
That's why she was worried about how she should react if Qin Beiming really revealed his feelings for her.
"Third Master, your clothes and wounds are stuck together. I have to help you take them off now. If it hurts, just let out a sound."
Ling Mo tried her best not to think about anything else, focusing intently on Qin Beiming's wound, carefully cutting the blood-soaked fabric of his shirt with the scissors in her hand.
"Can I not take off my clothes?"
Qin Beiming's heart pounded wildly like a deer's, and his anxiety intensified, causing him to completely forget the physical pain and only focus on tightly clutching his chest.
How do you treat a wound without taking off your clothes?
Ling Mo raised an eyebrow, and without saying a word, directly stripped off his shirt. Then he took out tweezers and carefully picked out the fabric mixed in with the wound.
Qin Beiming felt a chill run through his body. He pursed his lips, hesitated for a long while, and then spoke in a muffled voice:
"The wound looks rather gruesome; I'm afraid it might frighten you."
"What's the big deal? With me here, you'll recover quickly," Ling Mo assured him confidently after learning of his concerns.
Qin Beiming was still a little uneasy, afraid that if it suddenly became quiet, the atmosphere would become even more awkward.
Ever since he was old enough to understand, he had never gone shirtless in front of any woman. Now, being stared at like this by the woman he liked, he was indeed a little embarrassed.
"Don't move. Although the wound isn't in a vital area, it's still a bit troublesome to treat."
Ling Mo focused intently on treating the arrow wound in his chest, gently rubbing it every day, completely unaware of his shyness and bashfulness.
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