They met each other's eyes.

Mya asked with worry, "Why don't we go to the hospital? We are not doctors." She was afraid of any danger.

The man didn't reply. He just looked away and unbutton his shirt.

Mya endured the embarrassment and tried to regard herself as a doctor and him as a patient.

Finally, she helped him take off his shirt stained with blood. Then she saw the wound on his back. It was cut by glass, not too deep, but it was as long as a finger.

There should be no need for stitches. The blood had already clotted. She took out the anti-inflammatories from the medical kit and poured them on the cotton ball. She tried her best to clean his wound and the bloodstain carefully.

"Hiss!" although Finnley tried hard to bear the pain, he could not help hissing in pain.

This girl didn't know how to do this at all!

Mya was not careful. She had been taken care of since she was a child, so she was not good at doing such things.

She was not a careful person. Besides, it was the first time that she had encountered such a thing. She was not experienced at all and was very flustered. Now, she was still in a state of shock. It's said that this piece was hand knitted by a dozens of craftsmen and costs over five million dollars.

But she was also an adult and tried her best to do it well.

knew the basic process of treating wounds. She had seen it

powder on the wound and put a large band-aid

even have time to clean up the medical kit. She turned around and walked towards the bedroom. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

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while, she came back with a clean shirt. "You can wear it later." Then she fetched the hot water and

the towel and wiped his back. "Don't take a shower today. You

silent and enjoyed

fact, Mya was a little nervous. When she touched him, she

this was

and took her in for so long. She thought she shouldn't feel embarrassed because she

her to be so considerate. Although she was not experienced, he somehow

you protect me? What if the bottle hit your head?

can't let him hit you," Finnley said. That was

me. He wouldn't

frowned and corrected her, "It doesn't make sense. He was drunk.

pouted and stopped arguing

He was right!

was moved by

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