"Hiss—" The moment she was lifted off the ground, Tong Ran's left hand still spasmed with a tremble. Mo Nanjue acted swiftly, immediately cradling her steadily in his arms and striding toward the living room.
Seeing him now made Tong Ran nervous, fearing he would see the ointment on the table and misunderstand again. She hurriedly pushed him with her right hand, "Better go to the bedroom..."
His eyes narrowed as he glared down at her, "You're quite strong now, aren't you?!"
"..." She simply closed her mouth obediently.
The Italian sofa in the living room was large. Mo Nanjue bent down to gently place Tong Ran on it; the lighting was good here, and any small wound on her body could be easily seen. He stood up to fetch a clean towel, returned, and began wiping the water off her body.
Tong Ran leaned back on the sofa cushion as he wiped her down, head bowed in silence. She frowned, "Mo Nanjue..."
