Feng Ling, this woman.
She had no feminine charm but why was she so alluring?
She had a gentle and harmless face, but like the frost flower on a cliff, she would rather suffer the cold wind and rain than being touched.
Coming back from the reverie, he asked her not to move and continue to apply medicine to the wounds on her arm. She sweated a little when she was eating rice noodles, so the wounds reddened. He gently wiped the wounds with medical cotton dipped in disinfectant liquor and she couldn't help but gasp in pain.
"Hiss…" Feng Ling opened her eyes suddenly. "Do you treat me as a woman? Can't you be gentler?"
Li Nanheng stopped and looked at her with a faint smile. "What about you? Do you treat me as a man? Why do you never turn to me for help? Why didn't you call me when you felt something was wrong?"
Feng Ling looked at him who went back to lowering his head and treating her wounds.
