"You want to clean my wound *and* apply the medicine for me?"
Shen Lingxue's eyes flew open as she glared at Jiang Xinghai, her asshole clenching involuntarily. "In your dreams! How dare you even ask? Jiang Xinghai, you have no shame!"
"Lingxue, I'm a doctor. In my eyes, there's no distinction between male and female. You're misunderstanding me," Jiang Xinghai reminded her earnestly.
"Don't give me that nonsense." Shen Lingxue's mind was in a complete mess.
Not long ago, Jiang Xinghai had seen every inch of her body, and the memory alone was still mortifying.
"In that case, I'll just prepare the medicine. You can clean the wound and apply it yourself. That should be acceptable, right?" Jiang Xinghai could only settle for the next best thing.
"That's more like it!"
Shen Lingxue puffed out her cheeks, planting her hands on her slender waist. "I'll wait for you to come back, then. Don't be too late."
