He removed her shoe gently, without touching her wound at all.
Nan Wan watched as the man lifted her leg from beneath the seat, a warm temperature seeping through from her ankle to the skin below. She raised her hand to reach for the disinfectant swab in the first aid kit, her voice very low, "I'll do it myself."
A slightly warning tone sounded, "Don't move."
Nan Wan's initial thought of pulling her foot back was unexpectedly dispelled. She slowly retracted her hand and leaned quietly against the seat.
Her gaze settled on the man's earnest and handsome face, and for some reason, she couldn't look away.
Objectively speaking, this should be the most enigmatic man she's met in her 26 years of living.
In fact, she had seen him in entertainment news a few years ago, the well-known president of the Ji Family in An City, possessing power and wealth of the highest order, yet rarely involved in gossip.
No, it should be none at all.
