"What's wrong?" Shi Fengju, who had been smilingly observing, was shocked by the sight and instinctively took her slender and fair fingers into his mouth to gently suck the wound, uttering with concern, "Does it hurt? How could you be so careless!"
Sang Wan's face was already flushed with embarrassment. She lowered her head, daring not to look at him, while Shi Fengju, oblivious to the implications, busily took down the handkerchief tied around her waist and carefully wrapped her finger, still chattering, "We'll apply some ointment when we return; be careful not to get it wet or dirty!"
"It doesn't hurt, it's just a minor cut, it really doesn't hurt anymore!" Sang Wan softly said, still not daring to lift her head.
"Even a minor cut needs attention. What if it gets infected?" Shi Fengju frowned as he finished wrapping the wound and only then did he relax. He deftly peeled a water chestnut, presenting its tender white flesh to her lips, "Here, I'll peel it for you to taste."
