Yan Sihan's gaze fell on her clean white arm, on that small patch of bruised elbow.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his eyes filled with both pity and a touch of anger, and then said to the outside of the study, "Bring in the bruise ointment."
After giving the order, he looked at her again and patiently asked, "Anywhere else?"
She subconsciously shook her head, there was another pain on her foot, but revealing her foot made her feel somewhat embarrassed.
Who would have thought, just after her firm denial, a large hand grasped her aching ankle, causing her to gasp in pain immediately.
And let out a moaning sound of pain, "It hurts~"
Qingxin quickly brought in the small medicine box, not looking sideways, and put it aside before bowing and stepping back.
Lin Jiaojiao could only watch as Yan Sihan removed her shoes and socks, revealing a foot as white as the cold moon, grasped fully in his hand.
