Huo Jinnan, "Camera."
Che Huan, "It's huge."
Huo Jinnan said in a low voice, "DSLR camera," then looked at the doctor, "You can leave now."
After seeing the expert leave, Che Huan picked up the DSLR camera he mentioned, took a glance, and felt like it was a valuable item, not daring to mess with it, she put it down again.
Huo Jinnan, "Hand it to me."
Che Huan picked it up and handed it to Huo Jinnan.
Huo Jinnan took it, and turned it on.
Che Huan watched him, not knowing what he was adjusting, only noticing how the black camera made his long fingers look even more attractive.
A person so good-looking, with fingers to match, it just wasn't fair!
"Your... your arm was injured, wasn't it? Are you okay?"
Huo Jinnan's eyes were lowered as he spoke softly, "Just a minor injury."
Che Huan couldn't help but speak up, "A gunshot wound is a minor injury? Then what counts as a serious one?"
