Villa.
Qi Si's large hand was being grasped by a soft, jade-white hand, which carefully cleaned a wound.
Qi Si never paid much attention to his own issues.
The environment he grew up in didn't allow him to be as spoiled as other children, nor could he easily show his emotions.
Thus, even when injured, he had to hide away and lick his wounds alone.
Over time, Qi Si forgot how to show weakness, how to express his emotions.
He used to find it hard to imagine that Shen Yan, who only knew how to throw tantrums at him and constantly tried to escape, could have such a tender side.
Shen Yan's bandaging skills were very professional, seeming like she had dealt with such wounds hundreds of times before.
Watching her skilled movements, Qi Si's eyes deepened.
If it wasn't for someone who frequently got injured, how could they possess such bandaging skills?
"It's done, try to keep it away from water for now."
Shen Yan tied a knot and let go of his hand.
