When Lance thought of this, he quickly walked over and gently carried her to the bed.
The moment Lance got closer, Yvette thought it was Mary. Yvette said lazily, "Mary, I really don't..."
When Yvette smelled the familiar scent, she suddenly raised her head and saw the handsome face that could topple all living beings. Yvette panicked and wanted to push him away.
Lance held her wrist and only used half of his strength. His voice was magnetic and deep. "Don't move, I'll apply the medicine for you."
Yvette was stunned for a moment.
She was a little confused about the situation.
Yvette watched Lance use his extremely clean and beautiful hands to gently hold her foot and carefully remove the gauze on it.
Yvette was confused. "Are you possessed by a ghost?"
Lance looked up and raised his eyebrows. "Are you retarded?"
Yvette couldn't think of any other reason that could explain Lance's abnormality.
