Ye Zhantian lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes falling on her thigh.
Nan Zhifeng hastily pulled at her bathrobe to cover her legs.
"I am not interested in you," Ye Zhantian said coldly before shouting out, "Ye Dong."
Ye Dong entered immediately: "Master."
"Bring the medical kit."
"Yes."
Ye Dong brought the medical kit, then withdrew.
"Treat yourself," Ye Zhantian said mockingly, "If scars remain, your Di Lingzhi won't like them, will he?"
Nan Zhifeng felt annoyed upon hearing these words, but she didn't argue with him. She simply took out burn ointment from the kit, lifted her robe, and began applying the medicine to herself.
Ye Zhantian sat on the sofa with one leg crossed, drinking while watching her legs...
Three years had passed, and her appearance, figure, and skin hadn't changed at all; they were still as impeccable as ever. Even that frown with its cool beauty was still so attractive.
