"The bleeding has stopped..." Ziyi said softly.
"Did you disinfect it?" Jin Baiyan glanced at her.
Ziyi thought for a moment, then lowered her head.
Jin Baiyan carefully peeled off the band-aid, and the wound on her fingertip was exposed to his eyes.
A glimpse of heartache flashed in the man's eyes.
How did she manage to make such a long cut?
He was originally holding her wrist loosely, but now, to disinfect it for her, he had to secure her finger, so his hand tightened a little, firmly gripping hers.
Ziyi didn't feel much, but Jin Baiyan involuntarily slowed his breath.
This touch was even more wonderful than he had imagined.
The woman's hands were extremely delicate, so fair they were almost transparent, with almost no visible lines, her nails a healthy pink, round and cute.
Yet it made that wound appear even more glaring.
