"Sister Yanran, it's done." Little Yue stood up and said happily.
Lin Yanran believed in the elixir from Ye Qingfeng. With this elixir, she believed she would recover faster without any scars.
However, Lin Yanran still felt strange. After all, she was a conservative woman, and having a man look at her bare upper body was incredibly embarrassing.
She felt a bit indignant. Even if it was for treatment, as a man, Ye Qingfeng could at least turn around and avert his gaze, but he acted as if it didn't matter at all, just watching her.
However, Lin Yanran didn't say much more. With someone as cold-blooded as Ye Qingfeng, could she really expect him to be a gentleman?
Lin Yanran was about to take out a set of clothes from her bag to change into when Ye Qingfeng suddenly squatted down and extended his index finger toward her chest.
Startled, Lin Yanran thought Ye Qingfeng had finally lost control and shouted, "Ye Qingfeng, what are you doing?"
"Don't move!"
Ye Qingfeng said coldly.
