"Here you go." Xiao Ye did not answer. He handed the disinfectant to her.
"No need. Thank you."
"This is for you to help me get a doctor. Don't think too much about it."
Did she hear wrong? Why did this person sound like Nangong Zhe? Forget it. What did he owe her? It was as simple as hiring a doctor. What was there to be polite about? She picked up the medicine. Her hands were a little stiff from the cold. Xiao Ye still had a cold expression on his face. He silently grabbed the potion and gently applied it on her wound.
He lowered his head slightly and focused on the wound. His breath was floating in the air. Perhaps women would be confused by him who was both good and evil. Tong Wenya did not open her eyes and did not look at him anymore.
"Come with me. I will return your accommodation." He said coldly and stiffly and walked in front. Tong Wenya grabbed the bottle of medicine he placed on the chair and followed him.