Qiao Yiyi was stunned by what he was doing.
Unconsciously, she lifted her bathrobe. She was about to move when he pressed his large and warm hand against the cool skin of her shoulders.
The clash of the heat and coolness caused Qiao Yiyi to stiffen. She turned reflexively and said, "What are you doing?"
The man glanced at her, his expression full of sarcasm. "Why? What did you think I was going to do?"
Qiao Yiyi did not answer. Lu Nanze burst into laughter and said, "First, I'm no good at first aid. Your wound is so large, how am I going to help you if you keep trying to cover yourself?"
She frowned.
That was a fair comment.
But being in front of a man like this was rather embarrassing.
Qiao Yiyi bit her lip and did not utter a word, but turned her head to the side.
After this, she could only feel that hand on her wound.
Intense pain came suddenly, so she instantaneously stiffened.
