"Honey, you really don't have to trust me so much. Sometimes, a little sense of crisis can be good."
"Got it!" Jian Xi chuckled, rolling up her sleeve, "Come on, let's get the injection done! The sooner it's over, the sooner I can start collecting on my debts!"
The injection wasn't difficult, and Nan Mufeng did it effortlessly. His hands were large with calluses, rough to the touch. Initially, Jian Xi was worried it would hurt, but to her surprise, he was gentle and accurate, even better than a nurse.
"Not bad at all!" Jian Xi commended.
"For you, I practiced a lot," Nan Mufeng said, hanging up the IV bag and then grabbing a soft pillow to prop behind her, sitting by her side throughout.
Jian Xi had slept soundly and now felt refreshed. She gazed at Nan Mufeng with tender eyes.
She just kept looking at him, as if she could never get enough.
Nan Mufeng felt a bit shy from her stare, his lips curving slightly as he asked, "Why do you keep staring at me?"
