Chen Yang asked, "Where were you bitten by the snake?"
Shangguan Yun pointed to her lower back, her face showing a hint of embarrassment, "Here."
No wonder she hadn't said anything earlier; it was such a critical spot.
"You sit down first, don't move."
Chen Yang helped Shangguan Yun sit down and, without saying another word, lifted her clothes to reveal her lower back.
Shangguan Yun's waist was slim, her skin white and smooth like warm jade, soft like sheep fat.
On her skin were two small holes, clearly the bite marks of the poison snake.
The area around the wound had swollen up, the skin had turned black, and bleeding had stopped.
Seeing this, Chen Yang furrowed his brows and said, "The poisoning is not light."
Feeling Chen Yang's gaze on her lower back made Shangguan Yun exceedingly uncomfortable. Afraid that he would touch her, she quickly said, "Don't move, let me try to force the poison out."
"Okay."
Chen Yang nodded and stood aside.
