"Okay." With Ye Anqi's help, Ya Shitian opened his mouth and drank the entire bottle of water.
"Do you want more?"
"No, give me something to eat."
"Alright."
Ye Anqi quickly took some food and fed him.
Ya Shitian ate very seriously; it was clear he was hungry, yet he still ate with elegance.
Ye Anqi felt a pang in her heart but tried hard not to show it.
After taking care of Ya Shitian's meal, Ye Anqi soaked a towel in the basin, wrung it dry, and gently wiped his face.
Ya Shitian's face was very handsome.
He had a deep-set profile, and his dark eyes were captivating.
But his cheeks bore some whip marks.
They were scars inflicted by the tips of a whip.
Carefully cleaning his face, Ye Anqi immediately applied a hemostatic and anti-inflammatory ointment to his wounds.
She was gentle, afraid of hurting him.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't." Ya Shitian kept staring at her, as if he couldn't get enough.
Ye Anqi met his intense gaze, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
