"Put the medicine on."
Qiao Jing's gaze lingered on the man's bare chest, a sudden throb at her temple.
"How can I apply the medicine if you don't turn around?"
Zhan Qipei uttered an 'oh' and then slowly turned his body.
Qiao Jing saw through Zhan Qipei's deliberate act, rolling her eyes in speechlessness, yet her touch remained gentle as she applied the medicine.
Approaching the man's broad back, she found herself enveloped by his familiar scent.
The man's voice suddenly broke the silence.
"My ID card and household registration are still in the car."
Qiao Jing hesitated in her actions, understanding clearly that his words meant that even if they reached the civil affairs bureau, he hadn't planned on divorcing.
If that car hadn't been mentioned, she and Zhan Qipei would have found out at the civil affairs bureau that someone had neglected to bring their documents.
