Mu Xingfeng brought water, tested the temperature, and carefully wiped An Ran with a towel, then took out some ointment and applied it on her.
An Ran lay on the bed, feeling the meticulous care of the man. His warm, large hand, with the cool ointment on his fingertips, glided over her wounds, making them feel not so painful anymore.
"Mu Xingfeng, Brother Yang said you achieved another merit?"
"Hmm," the man responded with a hum, clearly not interested in discussing further. After a moment, he said, "According to the informant, the mission target was supposed to appear this morning, but something changed midway. The target only appeared at noon, and it was already evening when we returned to the Guard Team."
This was the first time Mu Xingfeng mentioned anything about the Guard Team to her. An Ran understood that he was explaining the reason for his lateness to their date.
Before An Ran could speak, the deep voice sounded again, "It won't happen again."
