Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan's fingers paused as she applied the ointment.
Ye Yiheng sensed it and provocatively said, "Are you scared?"
She feigned bravery, "What's there for me to be scared of?"
Sharing a bed was just that, and he couldn't do anything to her.
She applied another layer of ointment over the wound and picked up a new bandage to wrap him up, her small hands alternating, round and round.
Her bandaging, with its illusion of an embraced yet distant hug, unconsciously caused Ye Yiheng's hands to clutch tightly.
Yet that was not the crucial point. The crucial point was how her body seemed to unintentionally press against his back with each turn.
Each wrap brought another press.
With three wounds on his back, this didn't affect his senses at all.
On the contrary, his senses were exceptionally sharp…
Suddenly thinking of the scene he saw in the lake at the Imperial Palace, where her layered collar was bunched at her slender waist, and in front of her…
