Chu Mucheng went downstairs and ran to the pharmacy at the entrance of the complex to buy Yunnan Baiyao and adhesive bandages.
He rushed there so quickly that he didn't take an umbrella. By the time he returned, he was out of breath and his clothes were soaking wet.
"Come, let me apply the medicine for you."
Seeing that her hand was still bleeding, Chu Mucheng's gaze filled with anxious concern.
"No need, I can do it myself!"
An Xiaoyu refused his kindness, took the bottle of medicine from him, and started to apply it herself.
Chu Mucheng's hand remained suspended in the air, motionless.
Noticing that Chu Mucheng's expression wasn't good, An Xiaoyu explained, "Your right hand is injured, it's inconvenient!"
Chu Mucheng glanced at An Xiaoyu, "My right hand is injured, so you injured your left hand to accompany me?"
"..."
"Well, now our injured hands can pair up to make a set!" Chu Mucheng's lips slightly curved up, carrying a warm smile.
An Xiaoyu's face fell.
