Afterward, she picked up the cotton gauze and began the bandaging, wrapping from his chest to his back, their bodies pressed close together, almost touching, their breaths mingling. The look in his eyes above her was sharp and cold, devoid of any ambiguity, yet it made Wen Jiaren's face flush red.
For a long time, the wound on his chest was finally bandaged, but it wasn't pretty at all, even quite ugly.
Wen Jiaren secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while Mu Qian didn't make a sound throughout the ordeal. She couldn't help but recall the scene where he stabbed himself in the chest with the sword, the blade passing through his body from the chest to the back, and yet his eyes didn't even blink.
The most terrifying part was when he forcefully pulled the sword out of his chest!!!
