Ten minutes later.
Zhang Xiaofan had finished treating all of Mo Xuening's skin wounds.
Her skin had been restored to its original fairness, cleanliness, and milk-like tenderness.
"All done, you can go get dressed now,"
Zhang Xiaofan said with the tone of a doctor.
Hearing this, with her ears hot and face flushed, Mo Xuening hurriedly ran to her room.
That scene, truly unique and irreplaceable.
After all, how many chances does one get to see such a beauty scurrying in her underwear?
...
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang,"
said Mo Xuening with a trace of shyness on her face after she came back dressed.
After all, Zhang Xiaofan's hands had touched her body countless times just now.
Even though it was for medical treatment, it was still an intimate contact with skin!
For Mo Xuening, who had never had a boyfriend, it was still somewhat hard to accept.
"It's nothing, I did what I should do."
"Please take a seat."
