If Zhao Youlin had been the one injured, she would not even blink when she faced this sort of situation. After all, she encountered worse wounds than this over the years she worked as a police officer.

But now, when she looked at the iodine-soaked wounds on Mu Tingfeng's hand, Zhao Youlin felt a strange feeling rise in her heart. She felt her heart clench and swell.

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It must be because he was injured while saving her, that was why she felt a bit of guilt toward him. Yes, she was feeling indebted!

Zhao Youlin believed that she was not someone who liked owing anyone anything. Mu Tingfeng was injured because he had saved her, so it was only normal that she felt sorry about it.

Zhao Youlin thought about this to deceive herself, but she could not help but look at Mu Tingfeng's face.

Once she was certain she saw no pain on Mu Tingfeng's face, she sighed in relief and looked down. She seriously picked up cotton with tweezers to wipe off the dirty remnants in the wounds.

Mu Tingfeng watched every one of Zhao Youlin's actions. The woman knelt down on one knee in front of her while seriously treating her wounds. Mu Tingfeng's eyes shone. The icy look in her eyes melted bit by bit. It caused him to gain a rather warm glow.

Unfortunately, the only person who was lucky enough to witness this rare scene was currently wrapping up his wounds in great focus. She did not notice the change in Mu Tingfeng.

Once she carefully wiped off the dirt in his wounds with cotton, Zhao Youlin picked up some of the more common medicine for wounds from the first aid kit. After she smeared the medicine on the wounds, she picked up the bandage that Xia Zhetao had once tormented and bound it around Mu Tingfeng's hand.

Zhao Youlin's actions were done with too much familiarity, so much so that Mu Tingfeng could not help but be surprised.

"Why do you have a first aid kit in your office?"

Zhao Youlin did not expect that Mu Tingfeng would take the initiative to speak, so after a brief moment of surprise, she said faintly, "It's just a safety measure."

Mu Tingfeng cocked his eyebrows and asked, "You seem to be very familiar with dressing wounds."

Zhao Youlin had to dress his wounds while also dealing with Mu Tingfeng's question, so she practically blurted out her answer. "I'm used to it after handling such things for a long time. It's nothing big."

After she said this, Zhao Youlin finally realized what was wrong. She looked up and cast Mu Tingfeng a glance. Just as she expected, she saw a complicated look in Mu Tingfeng's eyes.

When Zhao Youlin said that she was used to it after handling such things for a long time, she meant that she was often inflicted with minor wounds when she was doing missions in the police force. Most of the time, she did not want to go to the hospital, so she had learned how to dress her own wounds. As time went by, Zhao Youlin's skills in dressing her wounds became better.

Hence, when Mu Tingfeng asked, she instinctively said these things. However, Mu Tingfeng had clearly misunderstood.

Mu Tingfeng had indeed misunderstood. When he was married for four years with the previous Zhao Youlin, he had always treated this woman who suddenly barged into his life as someone who was invisible, and he never paid attention to her actions.

He pretended as if he could not see her deliberately trying to curry favor with him and when she showed concern to him. As he ignored her, Zhao Youlin had started hysterically screeching and shouting to gain his attention.

Mu Tingfeng hated women who were restless, and Zhao Youlin's hysteria crossed his limits, causing him to ignore her even more. But the Zhao Youlin in the past did not know that she was making even more mistakes with the things she did, so she just kept on causing trouble and could not stop.

This malicious cycle caused the rift between them to become wider as they stayed together, and in the end, they ended up being forced to divorce.

Mu Tingfeng had never thought that there would come a day where he would love a woman, and this woman was the same person whom he had refused to look properly in the eye last time.

When he heard what Zhao Youlin said, Mu Tingfeng felt regretful, and his heart ached for her, which was something rare for him. So, when he truly cared about someone, he would really care about her past as well.

Zhao Youlin looked away diffidently. Even though she knew that he had misunderstood, she still did not explain anything in the end. It was better to be misunderstood than to be suspected.

She would make more mistakes the more she spoke if she was distracted, so it would be better for her to dress his wounds quickly and send this person away.

Both of them had their own thoughts in mind and had nothing to say to each other for a time being. Only the sound of Zhao Youlin tugging at the bandages could be heard.

She carefully tied a knot on the bandage, then exhaled in relief, as if a huge burden had been removed from her shoulders. She said, "Alright, don't get in contact with water over the next few days, and have the butler change your dressing every day. You'll recover faster that way. Also…"

While Zhao Youlin was giving her instructions, she looked up, and she saw the handsome face that was only a few centimeters from hers. She stiffened up, and the words that were at the tip of her tongue died.

Mu Tingfeng had leaned down at some point of time, and he stared at Zhao Youlin with a profound gaze. His eyes were like bottomless whirlpools that would suck her in if she was the slightest bit careless, and she would never be able to come back.

When Zhao Youlin looked up, faint sparks appeared in Mu Tingfeng's calm eyes.

Zhao Youlin trembled. She widened her eyes, and a shocking thought appeared in her head. 'Is this man… smiling?!

'What the heck?! Just how much of an expressionless face must he have that when he smiles, his lips will only curl up a little? If I wasn't that close to him and saw the sparks in his eyes, I wouldn't have known that he's smiling at all, okay?!

'Wait, he's close? Wait, why is he getting closer?!'

Zhao Youlin saw Mu Tingfeng's handsome face getting closer still to hers, and she felt like her brain had become mush in an instant.

The forced kiss she had experienced in the elevator remained fresh in her mind, and it caused Zhao Youlin to become nervous.

Zhao Youlin was immersed in her surprise, and since she did not know what she should be doing, she did not notice that in the face of Mu Tingfeng's frighteningly straightforward action, aside from panic and a loss as to what she should do, she did not find herself averse to or disgusted about it.

Perhaps it was because she was too shocked, but Zhao Youlin forgot to avoid him or fight back. She just watched Mu Tingfeng get closer to her…

Their breaths were mingled with each other, and they could not differentiate whose breath belonged to whom. But when their lips were just two centimeters away from each other, noise suddenly rose outside the door.

Zhao Youlin felt like she snapped out of her daze, and she retreated. In a flurry of motion, she stood up from the floor and said in a pathetic fashion. "I think something happened outside. I'll go take a look. Wait here."

Once she finished speaking, Zhao Youlin did not even want to look at Mu Tingfeng's face. She practically ran out of the small room.

Mu Tingfeng watched Zhao Youlin flee, and he reached out to touch his lips. Amusement shone in his eyes.

But when he heard the noise outside, the amusement in his eyes faded away completely, and in its place was an even frostier look than usual.

Just a little more, and he could have kissed her. Just who was it that interrupted him during this moment? They… should really die!