First aid supplies were available in the car; Yan Qianyi began by disinfecting and stopping the bleeding of Mu Yunlie's wound.
She was very careful, not wanting to hurt him.
While treating his wound, she cooed, "It's going to sting a bit, hang in there, it'll be over soon."
As she spoke, she pouted and blew gently on the wound, as if comforting a small child.
"All set, I'll apply more medicine once we get home."
After wrapping the bandage, Yan Qianyi looked up at Mu Yunlie.
He was watching her.
Under the warm, amber light inside the car, his gaze was tender and pure, filled with a longing for her.
Yan Qianyi felt as if she was looking at a helpless little puppy, gazing at her with eyes begging for a caress.
She couldn't help but reach out and gently rub Mu Yunlie's head, smiling tenderly, "Ah Lie is so good, not afraid of the pain at all."
"It's been a long time since my wife smiled at me," said Mu Yunlie as he took Yan Qianyi's hand and caressed his face with it.
