Jiang Moxi quickly averted her gaze and pointed at the trash can, where a broken wine glass lay in fragments.
"Sorry... I broke one of your glasses."
In a few strides, Fu Youhan approached, saw the shattered wine glass in the trash can, and came over to Jiang Moxi. Taking the cotton swab from her hand,
he dabbed on some iodine tincture to clean her wound.
"Why did you suddenly decide to drink? Wasn't the lesson from yesterday enough? What would you have done if I hadn't come back?"
"I used it to drink water."
Jiang Moxi replied impassively, cursing Fu Youhan in her heart. Was he being too meticulous?
Before treating her wound, she worried that he might suddenly return and see her, so she smashed a wine glass on impulse.
When he had pushed the door open earlier, she had even silently commended her own cleverness!
But who would have thought that he would notice the glass was meant for drinking?
If she had known, she would have smashed a water glass instead.
