Qingran nearly flinched slightly.
[Host, your survival instincts are severely lacking. Sitting so still while an angry man touches you? What if he snaps and twists your arm off?]
Qingran exhaled through her nose.
"Lingquan….you know he won't do that, now shut up!"
[Ah, she remembers my name! I was beginning to think you forgot about me after getting carried away by your knight in cold amor]
Qingran ignored the system's nonsense and kept still as Feng Yizhou carefully dabbed disinfectant over the wound. A sharp sting bit at her skin, but she didn't so much as flinch.
Lingquan, however, continued.
[Look at how focused he is. Such gentle hands. Do you think he'd be this careful with other women, or is this special treatment just for you?]
Shut up!!!!!!
[No need to be shy, host. I'm just here to observe. Oh? He's wrapping it now—so skilled! Maybe I should add a hidden affection meter?]
Qingran resisted the urge to rub her temples.
