“Damn!” He hissed out the breath he was holding, “be more careful with that, it hurts,” Mu Qing furrowed his brow and gave you a side long glare from under lowered lashes. Once again, the injuries you were currently patching up were from a fist fight with Feng Xin—he was irritated as is and he grew even more annoyed the more you worked at his injuries. He had half a sense to simply leave—he really didn’t even want your help to begin with… why the hell did you even stick around?