Jiang Zhi looked away and pretended not to be interested. "Okay, you can turn around now."
"Hmm? Don't you like it? When we are in bed... you wouldn't stop touching it. I thought you liked it." Lu Mian pretended to be sad and guided Jiang Zhi's hand to a certain spot.
Jiang Zhi was no match to his strength. She felt his firmness and was glad that she had not allowed the nurse to proceed with the application of the medicine.
She urged Lu Mian to lie down on her back. Jiang Zhi looked at the wound on his back and felt guilty and sad. All kinds of ointment were placed in front of her, but the more nervous she was, the easier it would be for her to make mistakes.
Jiang Zhi carefully applied the ointment with professional precision and spread it towards the wound. She accidentally touched the edge of the wound and subconsciously retracted her hand. "I'm sorry, I..."
