C154 A Blank Space

As the saying goes, caring is messy. Even if the wound on Zhao Xinyu's head was only a small scratch, Moo Baishen was still worried when he saw the layers of gauze wrapped around her forehead.

"Here, do we need to go to the hospital again?" Moo Baishen pointed at Zhao Xinyu's forehead and asked her in a low voice.

He knew he should not have wrapped so many layers of things around his head