It turns out that at some point, Liu Mianmian had already woken up.
She was injured, and though the slap wasn't hard, it certainly stunned Liu Xinghe.
Growing up, he had only had his face touched by a woman, but this was the first time he'd been slapped.
He curled his lips and pressed his reddened face casually, laughing lightly: "You woke up faster than I expected!"
The room was dimly lit, with only one oil lamp swaying in the harsh wind and rain.
Once the light steadied, Liu Mianmian could clearly see a black cloth covering Liu Xinghe's face.
"You..."
Liu Xinghe made a gesture to remove his blindfold, saying, "You're injured, soaking wet, and there are no women in this camp, so I'm the only one able to help!"
"Either way, since I've already taken this slap, I might as well now..."
His hand reached for the edge of the blindfold.
Liu Mianmian quickly shouted, "Don't move, turn around!"
Liu Xinghe chuckled: "So, should I move or not move?"
