As soon as Xu Shu had left, Bo Yanqing personally shut the door.
With a "crack," the lollipop in her mouth shattered into pieces.
Nan Jiaojiao stared blankly at the man walking towards her, feeling a toothache for the first time.
"Doctor Xu has already treated my injuries."
Nan Jiaojiao watched him unscrew the cap and reminded him.
Bo Yanqing glanced at her, his eyes devoid of emotion, and briskly stepped forward, lifting her skirt.
The cool breeze crept up her thighs, the thin fabric rubbing painfully, and instinctively, Nan Jiaojiao moved her feet closer together. However, a large hand pressed on her knee, pinning her in place.
She had hidden it until now, but it had still been discovered.
The coldness in Bo Yanqing's dark eyes deepened. His breath seemed to cut off, and he exhaled heavily, "You really do endure well."
His voice was mocking and thorny, low as if burrowing into her ear.
Nan Jiaojiao's body shivered, "It—it doesn't hurt."
