"What I, I, I meant by sleeping with you is just lying together!" Su Hongxing stuttered out.
Who doesn't know how to play with words?
Ye Qilan didn't seem angry. Instead, he looked at Su Hongxing calmly, his expression inscrutable.
His steady gaze made Su Hongxing's scalp tingle in apprehension, uncertain of what he was thinking.
Not until Ye Qilan stood up and untied the ropes that bound her.
Seeing a prominent red mark on her wrist, Ye Qilan's eyes darkened. Her skin was usually very fair, and such a mark looked horrifyingly obvious.
He found some ointment, gently applying several layers onto her hand.
Feeling the sticky ointment, Su Hongxing stopped him when he was about to apply more, "That's enough, stop applying the medicine." If he continued, there might soon be enough ointment on her wrist to paint a wall.
Ye Qilan, as expected, stopped applying the ointment, but kept staring intensely at the mark on her wrist as if he could eliminate it just by looking.
