"you'll wipe me first?"
"i can't?"
"not really," jing muye pulled his collar down a little. " but your little partner is injured, and you're not treating her, but applying medicine for me? " what's wrong with this man?
before he could come back to his senses, he felt a pain in his neck and his scalp exploded. however, his years of good upbringing told him to bear with it and not scream.
"he said he needed to use more force to rub the medicine in." chen wang explained, " if you're afraid of pain, just tell me. "
"i'm fine." jing muye just liked to hold it, and as a man, how could he be afraid of pain? he could only grit his teeth and bear with it.
fu huan sat on the chair and looked at jing muye. his lips were pale from the pain? this was not related? it didn't hurt?
wasn't the almighty a little too ruthless?
