Cha Qing Luo looked at Nan jiateng's hand and her heart skipped a beat.
"What ... What are you doing?" Cha Qing Luo asked in a trembling voice.
Nan jiateng looked at Cha Qing Luo and found it really interesting. He couldn't help but laugh."Don't you want to get better as soon as possible? After applying the medicine, it will heal quickly. If I don't take off my clothes, how can I apply the medicine on your wound?"
Cha Qing Luo felt that Nan jiateng's words made sense.
But should she let Nan Jateng apply the medicine for her? No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem right.
"I ... I ..."
In her anxiety, Cha Qing Luo stuttered.
Cha Qing Luo looked at Nan jiateng pitifully.
She clutched her chest, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Nan jiateng looked at Cha Qingluo and stopped. It seemed that Cha Qingluo couldn't accept what he was doing.
