Ouyang Xiaojun: "..." He's going to apply medicine for her? Would he be that kind? Ouyang Xiaojun's fair cheeks were flush with a haze of confusion, her long eyelashes trembling from time to time.
Seeing Lou Ming unscrew the medicinal liquor, he suddenly looked up at her. Ouyang Xiaojun, like a startled bird, hurriedly lay on her side.
Fortunately, she was facing away from Lou Ming when she lay on her side.
She couldn't see Lou Ming's expression, only knew that his hand reached in from the hem of her clothes, gently stroking the place where she was bruised.
A cool liquid was applied on it, and he started to rub it slowly, while asking her, "Does it still hurt?"
She replied softly, "It doesn't hurt."
Her waist gradually warmed up, feeling very comfortable.
But her heart felt icy cold. Such kindness from Lou Ming couldn't be genuine, it must have a purpose, and she couldn't afford it.
Lou Ming looked at her, wanting to kiss her lips.
