Qiao Xi hesitated for a moment, then turned around, her back facing Huo Xingzhou.
Her fingers touched her coat and slowly she took off her coat and inner layer.
Nothing was left but a bandeau.
The smooth and fair skin of her back was marred by shocking scars.
Huo Xingzhou reached out his fingers and combed her long hair strand by strand to the front. He scooped a large chunk of ointment and smeared it on her back.
He gently lifted her strap with his index finger.
Slowly, gently, spreading it out.
Qiao Xi couldn't help but shiver, the ointment was cool, bringing much relief to the burning pain of her wounds.
"For the first time, a woman took a beating for me," Huo Xingzhou's eyes were obscure, dark and heavy, lingering long.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly, and Qiao Xi just sat there on his legs. She turned her head trying to see his expression, but a cold kiss landed on her rounded shoulder instead.
"Mr. Huo..."
