An Yue, puzzled, pulled back the covers and saw Dang Yang walking over with a medical kit in hand.
"..."
What was he going to do?
Dang Yang approached the bed with the medical kit and said to An Yue, "Help me apply the medicine."
"..." An Yue looked at Dang Yang in confusion. Where was he hurt? Did he need medicine?
Dang Yang didn't wait for An Yue's response. He placed the medical kit by the bed, then sat on the edge of the bed himself, his back to An Yue.
"..."
Now, An Yue finally saw where Dang Yang was hurt.
His back was covered in crisscrossing scars, alarming to look at. An Yue's face turned bright red, so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to hide in... She had scratched them last night.
Some were just red marks, but many were real cuts... The power of a woman's nails can be substantial sometimes.
But, needing medicine for such small injuries?
Isn't that a bit too delicate?
