"He's such a bastard! That old man gets more and more annoying the more you look at him!" Zuo Aiai didn't breathe a sigh of relief; instead, she was hopping mad and then stood in front of her, carefully examining her: "Where did you get burned? Let me see, let me see..."
"I applied some medicine already, it's just my left shoulder." Ye Anran replied.
"Hold on a second!" Zuo Aiai said, then turned around and ran to the door, locked it, thought about it, and wasn't reassured, so she bolted it too, then spun around and ran towards the floor-to-ceiling window, drew all the curtains, turned on the lights, and then turned back.
"Take it off, take it off so I can take a look."
Ye Anran knew she wouldn't be reassured until she saw it for herself, so she gently untied her shawl.
