Her face had already turned crimson, eyes glaring at him as she spoke, "You go out, I'll do it myself!"
Her mood right now was very bad!
Thinking about how last night this man had tormented her, possibly thinking of another woman, she felt her heart starting to twinge. Although she did not love him, and there was in fact no love between them at all, she still felt extremely uncomfortable.
However, the man deeply looked at her once, and then directly reached out to undress her, with a tone carrying a bit of a husky low voice, and chuckled lightly, obviously in a good mood, "Lie down, I'll apply the medicine for you, you must have gotten hurt last night!"
At this point, the man couldn't help but frown, directly reaching out to open the bedside drawer, taking out a tube of ointment, glanced at the instructions on the box, and really intended to apply the medicine on Song Qiao.
