While dressing the wound, his gaze kept drifting unconsciously onto Qiao Jing's delicate shoulders.
The moment he saw her, his mind also began to uncontrollably ripple.
But as soon as he remembered he was treating Qiao Jing's wound, he halted his thoughts.
However, now as he was tying the bandages around Qiao Jing's wound, his hands occasionally touched her exposed shoulder, making his movements increasingly clumsy.
Qiao Jing cast her eyes downward and took the bandage from Zhan Qipei's hand.
"I can dress it myself."
If she continued to experience Zhan Qipei's hands caressing her, she might not be able to help shivering.
Given Zhan Qipei's nature as a scoundrel, he might even consider some wicked ideas.
Zhan Qipei pursed his lips slightly, took the bandage back from Qiao Jing, and focused on dressing her wound carefully.
"All right, are you sure you don't need my help with this?"
He just wanted Qiao Jing to rest properly, he could take care of this matter himself.
