After examining the bones and finding nothing wrong, Xiaofan gently applied medicinal wine to the injured knee.
Unlike his previous lecherous behavior, there was no naked feeling in his eyes now. However, his hands were so warm, so gentle, so comfortable.
The sensation on the skin felt without a hint of lecherousness.
He absolutely didn't touch places that shouldn't be touched. His eyes seemed to focus only on the injured area.
"Ye Xiaofan..."
"Hmm?"
"I didn't mean to hit you just now."
"I already said it, it looked like I overstepped, you don't have to blame yourself."
"But... you're making me feel a bit uncomfortable like this."
"Uncomfortable?" Xiaofan lifted his head, glanced at Lin Miaoke, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.
Strange... Well, Lin Miaoke realized she had said something wrong again.
What did she mean by uncomfortable? Did she mean that Xiaofan should be staring at her lecherously to feel comfortable? Is that what she meant just now?
