Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Jin Nian felt somewhat irritated.
She picked up a cotton swab from the side and dipped it in an iodine solution, deliberately pressing it onto Lu An's wound.
"Hiss..."
Lu An sucked in a breath in pain.
Jin Nian smirked slyly. "I thought it wouldn't hurt, huh?"
Lu An didn't get mad. Instead, he burst into laughter. Meanwhile, his other hand was far from idle. He caressed Jin Nian's back and moved it for a while before coming to her waist.
Jin Nian's waist was incredibly slender, so much so that his hand could encircle it with ease.
Initially, Jin Nian paid little attention to Lu An's actions. But when she noticed a certain change in the spot where she had been sitting, her face turned red.
With an irritated glare, she scolded him, "Lu An, can't you control yourself?"
"How should I control myself?" Lu An playfully countered, exuding a carefree air.
