Gu Moqian's deep black eyes stared unblinkingly at the woman, until she finished applying the band-aid and raised her head. Her clear, beautiful gaze met his, snapping him out of his daze.
"The wound is wrapped up, it shouldn't get infected…" Ji Wei lifted her head, only to meet Gu Moqian's profound gaze. His Adam's apple shifted slightly...
What she wanted to say got stuck in her throat.
Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Gu Moqian suddenly clasped her slender, petite hand.
"Mo Qian, what's wrong?"
Ji Wei faintly sensed something unusual about Gu Moqian at this moment. As soon as she spoke, his large hand pulled her into his arms. The hand she had just placed the band-aid on gently lifted her chin, his handsome face tilted closer to hers, his breaths slightly heavy.
Ji Wei's heart raced wildly, and a hazy mist rose in her spring-like eyes.
