Once Bing Lan's emotions had subsided, she regained her usual touch of indifference.
That demeanor was just like when Chen Mo had first met her; he felt that she had regained her confidence, or perhaps she had come to some realization and he didn't need to worry about her anymore, right?
"Since you're injured, you should apply some medicine; it'll heal faster."
"The medicine is over there."
Bing Lan pointed, and Chen Mo indeed found the medicine placed on the bedside table nearby.
It seemed to be a kind of ointment, and Chen Mo hesitated, "Can this be applied there?"
"It's specifically for that purpose."
"Alright, I'll apply the medicine for you."
Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, Bing Lan became accustomed to it and closed her eyes, spreading her legs apart.
Chen Mo began to apply the medicine, which meant dipping his finger into the ointment and spreading it inside.
Just that alone caused Bing Lan's breathing to become heavy, her proud chest rising and falling.
