"Xinyuan, be careful when handling my sea-urchin cactus! It might prick your hand..."
Mi Xiaotao saw Wang Xinyuan reaching out to grab the small sea-urchin cactus on the desk and quickly reminded her.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Xinyuan's hand was pricked by the cactus, and she immediately exclaimed, "Ah!..."
"Are you alright?"
Xiang Yang instinctively grabbed Wang Xinyuan's hand, seeing a bead of blood emerging from her index finger. He quickly compressed a piece of paper on her finger, "How did you become so careless!"
Wang Xinyuan bit her lip without saying a word; she was distracted just now and got pricked by the cactus. As for why she was distracted, it was naturally related to Xiang Yang.
She withdrew her hand and whispered, "I can handle it myself!"
Xiang Yang glanced at her, then grabbed her hand again, pressing the tissue on her wound, "Press to stop the bleeding, I'm applying the right amount of pressure!"
"Uh... thank you!"
