Chi Jiao found a first aid kit and was about to help Xu Ye treat his face.
In the end, the first aid kit was snatched away by Quan Jue.
"I'll help you," he said as he looked at Xu Ye indifferently.
Xu Ye's face was filled with resistance. "Can you not? Your hands are too rough, you will hurt me instead!"
What a joke. Would Quan Jue's hands be as soft as Jiaojiao's?!
He still wanted Jiaojiao to do it.
Quan Jue sneered in disdain. "Just bear with it if it hurts."
With that, he took out a bottle of disinfectant and cleaned the bruise on Xu Ye's face.
Although Quan Jue did not deliberately use extra force, his actions were not gentle either.
When the cotton bud soaked in disinfectant touched his bruise, Xu Ye gasped in pain.
"Are you doing this on purpose? Can't you be more gentle?" He glared at Quan Jue.
He very much suspected that this man was exacting personal revenge.
