Qiao yuanfei prepared herself mentally and pushed the medicine box in front of him again.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"..."
The corners of Fan Yu's mouth curled up. He was silent as he took out the soothing oil from the medicine box.
"Where does it hurt?"
"A little behind my waist. I think I bumped into a door frame when I fell just now..."Qiao Yuanfei turned her face sideways, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Here?"His cold fingers pressed on her waist.
She could not help but shiver.
Her voice unconsciously softened and trembled a little.
"Not here, a little behind... Oh right, it's here..."
The communication was very simple.
Fan Yu quickly found the place she said. He looked down and saw that there was indeed a red patch on her fair skin.
It was not broken, but it should have been quite a serious impact.
If he did not rub it, it would quickly turn into a bruise.
