Fu Ziqian glanced at Qiao Chuchu and walked to the bedside.
Splayed open in front of a man, Qiao Chuchu felt somewhat shy and embarrassed inside. But... she still resisted closing her legs.
Fu Ziqian sat next to Qiao Chuchu, looking down at a certain part of her.
"..." Qiao Chuchu felt as if she couldn't control a certain place, involuntarily contracting.
Fu Ziqian opened the medicine and glanced at Qiao Chuchu, "I'm applying the medicine now."
Qiao Chuchu glared at him, pursing her lips without speaking.
The hospital's tool for applying the medicine was a cotton swab. Fu Ziqian first used alcohol to disinfect it, then applied the medicine to Qiao Chuchu with the cotton swab.
When the cotton swab touched the wound, Qiao Chuchu hissed softly...
The medicine was cool and anti-inflammatory. Very cold... touching her wound in such an awkward spot, icily cool...
The feeling... was quite special.
Fu Ziqian looked up at Qiao Chuchu, "Stimulating?"
