Nangong Feihong frowned, his beautifully defined brows, and smiled at her sunnyly: "Little sister, don't be afraid, you're injured, don't move around! I'll help you with the medicine in a moment."
Sunlight shone upon the youth's handsome face, exuding a full scent of sunshine.
The children of the Nangong Family naturally possessed a noble demeanor, and with Nangong Feihong's striking features, often exercising, he appeared more dashing than other boys his age, with a grounded touch.
Just a glance at him made one feel an immense sense of security.
Rasha'er felt a slight tremor in her heart.
She kept her eyes firmly fixed on Nangong Feihong until she was set down.
Nangong Feihong placed her on the sofa, only to realize a pair of eyes were staring straight at him.
He was slightly taken aback, realizing that holding a girl so intimately might inevitably lead to misunderstandings.
His face flushed slightly, and he awkwardly said, "Um... I'll go get the medicine box."
