"My injury is on my left leg." Kevin Cliff didn't miss the fleeting multitude of expressions on her face and finally, out of mercy, stopped teasing her.
Trying to play indifferent in front of him?
Attempting a poker face?
Truly overestimating herself!
As expected, Charlotte Green's eyes widened in disbelief as soon as he finished speaking, while she also let out a sigh of relief.
So, what he meant was different from what she had thought, she had just misunderstood.
Glancing at her leg, she quickly ran to get the medicine and cotton swabs, while he remained motionless, with his arms crossed, waiting like a lord for her next move.
Because she had to apply the ointment to him, Charlotte didn't bother with modesty, sitting on the edge of the bed and without distraction, she opened his robe, seemingly eager to see his wound.
Once the robe was open, she saw his solid and lean torso, her face flushing slightly as she hurriedly refocused on his wound.
