"Don't move."
Seeing Zhan Qipei's focused expression, Qiao Jing had no choice but to stop fidgeting and slowly started to speak:
"Mhm."
What followed was a long silence between the two. Qiao Jing quietly watched as Zhan Qipei applied ice to her ankle, the man focusing intently on the task, not getting distracted for even a moment.
After a while, Zhan Qipei finished icing her ankle and took out a tube of ointment from the medicine chest.
"Use this ointment?"
Qiao Jing shook her head, preparing to get out of bed and fetch her own medical kit.
Because her own kit was more complete, compared to applying ointment, giving herself a massage and acupuncture would heal faster.
Zhan Qipei, seeing Qiao Jing shake her head, thought he had grabbed the wrong ointment and started rummaging through the medicine chest again.
Before Qiao Jing could speak, Zhan Qipei had already found several other patches of ointment.
"These?"
