Zhi'er was startled when she first saw the blood.
She hurriedly said, "I'm not injured!"
The two were completely clueless.
Feng Fuce made a snap decision, closed the door, and returned to the bedside.
"Let me see." He said, reaching out to grab her ankle.
Zhi'er kicked him immediately.
"What are you doing!"
"Of course, I'm checking to see if you have a wound."
As Feng Fuce said this, he began removing her shoes and socks.
His gaze was not even slightly flirtatious but filled with worry and anxiety for Zhi'er.
Zhi'er rarely sees such a panicked expression on his face.
She pulled her calf back: "Don't look around! If I were injured, wouldn't I know?"
Feng Fuce raised his eyes, somewhat helpless, but explained patiently:
"You're sometimes scatterbrained, perhaps you scraped yourself somewhere, it's possible."
"Only by looking can I feel assured."
"If you find it inconvenient, I'll turn my back, and you can check yourself, how about that?"
