The muscled man sighed. He said, "I can see that, but why?"
The skinny man snickered. 'Sometimes, Mark is such an air headed.' He thought.
"I want to see her injuries. She hurt her backbone and stomach." Mark frowned thinking Mu Lan's expression changed when he touched her back.
"You shouldn't." The muscled man shook his head as he forbid.
Mark couldn't understand his friend. "What's wrong with that? It's not that I'm seeing her for the first time. Is there anything I don't know about her? I know every inch of her body."
Mark's carefree comment would make others think that he was a pervert. But actually it was the most innocent sentence.
Mark remembered the time he was used to bath a little girl. When he would scrub her body, she would grab his hair and would pulled them with all her might.
The muscled man replied, "She grew up Mark..." At that moment, Mark's hands stopped as he saw her cleavage. He blankly stared at there.
