In fact, Sang Yu wasn't in a much better state either.
Jiang Jingming had a really great body, strong chest muscles, and eight-pack abs.
Not a single ounce of fat, simply a perfect physique.
She had been trying hard to resist touching the eight-pack abs in front of her eyes.
Finally, the bandages were removed.
Sang Yu picked up the iodine and cotton swab and said, "Bear with it, it might hurt a little."
Jiang Jingming gritted his teeth, "Mm."
Sang Yu gently wiped away the residual medicine from the wound.
Suddenly, Jiang Jingming let out a sharp intake of breath.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Sang Yu looked at the wound and for the first time, she directly felt the danger Jiang Jingming was facing.
Jiang Jingming lowered his head, seeing her slightly red-rimmed eyes, and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Sang Yu pursed her lips, lowered her head, and gently blew on Jiang Jingming's wound.
