Nan Wan, look clearly, this is a man approaching you with ulterior motives.
She spoke lightly, "We don't seem to know each other that well."
Mu Jin Huan's eyes were calm, his movements gentle and skilled as he spoke in a low voice, "It's just a matter of time."
Though it was only four words, they were assertive and confident.
Nan Wan felt the atmosphere was strange and didn't want to continue, but in the small space, not speaking felt more ambiguous, so she cleared her throat and changed the subject, "Do you get injured often?"
The car had a first aid kit prepared, with all the antiseptic and hemostatic supplies and tools complete.
The last time in the hospital, Mu Jinqian said he had a wound on his back...
Mu Jin Huan didn't mind her sudden distance, and after taking care of this foot, he switched to the other one, continuing the same actions, his voice calm, "Occasionally."
