"All you have is a mouth, blabbering all day long!"
Mu Jingxi pursed his lips, holding back a smile, and nodded lightly. Fine, he would shut up.
It was only after he took off his shirt that Qiao An saw, his arms and back were almost entirely without unscathed skin.
Qiao An sucked in a breath of cold air, reached out her hand, and carefully touched his wounds, "Does it hurt?"
"It's bearable," he replied.
She recalled calling him at the time and hearing him gasp in pain, while he dismissively said it was just a mosquito bite.
In reality, had he been enduring abuse?
Qiao An suddenly felt awful inside, a sour and astringent discomfort.
Unable to bear looking any longer, she turned her head and spoke to the doctor, "Doctor, please apply the medicine for him."
"Of course, Miss Qiao."
The doctor immediately approached and efficiently applied medicine on Mu Jingxi.
