By the end of the conversation, Li Ting didn't continue talking.
Relying on a single sentence from Xu Jingxi, Leh Ying spent several days trying to decipher it without success.
She couldn't imagine what kind of man he was, for the school beauty, who never got involved in worldly romantic affairs, to often be lost in thought.
Li Ting pulled her chair closer and positioned Leh Ying's body in front of her own, unbuttoning her clothes.
To check the wound.
"Where's the ointment? I'll help you apply it."
Leh Ying took a tube of ointment from the cabinet counter.
It had no name, came in a black package, and looked like some kind of counterfeit medicine.
Xiao Li had sent it over, and she had really asked for it, not wanting to leave any scars, as waiting in line at the hospital would take too long.
Not wanting to be pretentious, since Xu Jingxi had offered this kindness, she took it willingly.
