"Okay." Although Mo Xiaoxiao was really full of resentment, she couldn't say anything more. After all, Young Master Han's temper was not something that ordinary people could offend.
After hearing the footsteps gradually disappear, Ye Ziqing finally couldn't help but get angry at Han Yixuan.
"Are you sick? Why are you tormenting other girls when you have nothing to do?" Ye Ziqing looked like she was complaining, and her dissatisfaction with Han Yixuan was written all over her face.
But Han Yixuan ignored Ye Ziqing's words, but gently took her hand and pushed her onto the sofa.
"What do you want to do?" Ye Ziqing shrank back in fear, as if she was still frightened by what just happened.
"Don't worry! I won't do that to you again." Han Yixuan reluctantly pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, and then walked to his desk.
After a while, he turned back again, but there was something extra in his hand - a medical kit.
What is he going to do?
Before Ye Ziqing could react, Han Yixuan had already grabbed her injured hand, and then took out a tube of ointment from the medical kit.
Then he unscrewed the cap of the ointment, squeezed out a piece of white paste, and gently applied it on Ye Ziqing's arm.
"Hey...what are you doing?" The cool touches on her arm made Ye Ziqing want to retract her arm.
"Can't you understand? I'm helping you apply the medicine! Otherwise it will be ugly if it swells up." Han Yixuan raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Ziqing lightly, his eyes full of tenderness.
"No, no need." Ye Ziqing shrank her arms, subconsciously wanting to reject his kindness.
"Be honest and don't move!" Han Yixuan paused in front of Ye Ziqing and pressed her hand tightly on his thigh to prevent her from moving.
"Oh, hurry up then." Ye Ziqing responded in a low voice, her expression looking a little unnatural.
"Haha, don't worry!" Han Yixuan smiled slightly at Ye Ziqing, and then helped her rub her arms with a serious look on her face.