“What happened?”
Shen Miao was stunned. Normally, she would’ve pushed him away. However, for some reason, she leaned obediently in his arms and replied honestly, “When I was escaping just now, I was injured by a dagger.”
Xie Jingxing glanced at her, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, and threw it to her. “Apply this on the wound.”
Shen Miao took it and did not say anything. She wanted to apply the medicine, but because she was sitting on the ground and had been soaking in the cold lake for a long time, she didn’t even have the strength to get up.
Seeing this, Xie Jingxing walked to her side and held her shoulder to help her sit on the small couch on the boat. Shen Miao had lived for two lifetimes and was not a little girl who got love-struck easily, so she naturally would not look embarrassed because the two of them were alone on this boat. However, she was wearing Xie Jingxing’s clothes, and her snow-white shoulders were exposed. When the cold wind blew, it was unknown if it was because she was cold or uncomfortable, but she had goosebumps.
Before she could say anything, a warm thing covered her head. Shen Miao shook her head and realized that it was Xie Jingxing’s fox fur coat. Shen Miao subconsciously wrapped it tighter around herself, revealing only her palm-sized face. She looked at Xie Jingxing and did not speak, looking like a furry little fox.
Xie Jingxing found it a little funny. He stood up and walked to the other side to take something. He then squatted down in front of Shen Miao and reached out to grab her leg.
“What are you doing?” Shen Miao dodged and asked.
“If you don’t apply medicine, the wound will fester tomorrow,” Xie Jingxing said. “I don’t want you to go around telling everyone you were hurt by me.”
Shen Miao was speechless. This person was too annoying. What did he mean by that? Shen Miao simply ignored him. She said, “I’ll do it myself.”
“Sure.” Xie Jingxing stood up without a word and leaned against the cabinet beside him with his arms crossed. “I’ll watch you do it. Hurry up.”
Shen Miao bent down, but her hands were so shaky that she could barely hold the medicine bottle. When she was confronting the two abductors, she was thrown a few times by the tall and thin man on the ground, making her entire body ache. At this moment, her hands were trembling. She barely opened the medicine bottle, but she almost spilled the contents.
After struggling for a long time, she finally gave up. She sat there, wrapped in the snow-white fox fur, and glared at Xie Jingxing without saying anything.
Xie Jingxing sneered and snatched the medicine bottle from Shen Miao’s hand. He squatted down again and held Shen Miao’s calf, saying casually, “If you’re being stubborn, you’ll only do yourself harm.”
Shen Miao didn’t speak.
Xie Jingxing held her calf and slowly lifted the leg of her pants. His hand was cold and slender and it had the calluses of someone who trained martial arts. When it rubbed against her delicate skin, Shen Miao felt uncomfortable, as if that piece of skin was also burning. The next moment, the clothes that were stuck to the wound because of the blood were suddenly torn open, and Shen Miao almost cried out in pain.
“The wound is a little deep.” Xie Jingxing looked at it and frowned. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“I didn’t expect you to be so kind-hearted,” Shen Miao said. She really did not expect Xie Jingxing to be so kind-hearted as to apply medicine for her. With their friendship, it was unlikely for Xie Jingxing to go to such lengths to help her. Therefore, she originally wanted to wait until she returned to the Shen family before treating the wound.