Nevertheless, Jun Wu Yao was not letting her go. He smiled and tightened the grip on his arm.
"How heartless, you want to be rid of me right after using me?" He dropped the little black cat on the table and lifted Jun Wu Xie off the ground.
"What are you doing?" Jun Wu Xie glared, at the handsome smiling face.
"When someone is hurt, they need to apply medication." Jun Wu Yao looked at the wounds the little black cat had inflicted on Jun Wu Xie's arms.
"No need."
"Yes, you do." Jun Wu Yao coaxed the figure in his arms, still smiling.
"...…" He wouldn't listen no matter what she said anyway.
Seeing that Jun Wu Xie had stopped struggling, Jun Wu Yao happily carried her over and sat her on the bed. He pulled a little wooden box out from under the bed and took out a jar of cream.
A gentle fragrance wafted out from the pale white cream as it was opened and Jun Wu Yao lifted her sleeves and gently applied the cream on the cuts and gashes.
