Xu Xiangbei gave a wry smile, "Don't get the wrong idea, I'm asking you to help me apply medicine. My back was cut by a knife, and I'm afraid of infection."
Gu Xinyan felt so embarrassed she wished she could dig a hole and crawl inside, her face as red as a ripe apple. "Oh, is that so? Just apply some medicine, that's enough? No need to go to the hospital?"
"No need for such a hassle, just some medicine."
Xu Xiangbei lay down on the sofa, and Gu Xinyan carefully took the alcohol-dipped cotton, looking at the bloody wound, hesitating to start.
Seeing that Gu Xinyan hadn't moved for a while, Xu Xiangbei grew a bit impatient, chuckling, "Hurry up, my body is so nice to look at that you've become mesmerized."
Gu Xinyan brushed the hair covering her forehead to the back of her head, shyly saying, "I'm not interested in looking at your body, I'm scared it might hurt."
Xu Xiangbei found it amusing, "Divine sister, the wound's on me, what are you afraid of the pain for."
