Upon the couch.
Lin Fan personally undid the buttons beneath Lu Feifei's neck.
She was wearing a one-piece cheongsam.
To treat her, all her clothing had to be removed.
Soon, the form-fitting cheongsam was taken off.
Exposed were her fragrant shoulders, round and enticing.
Her delicate collarbones, like jade cups for holding wine.
Her pale skin was even more delicate than a blown bubble.
Further down, beneath those breathtaking peaks, lay flat lands.
Faintly visible were crisscrossing abdominal muscles.
As for her lower, slender legs, they were so delicate they inspired fantasies.
Yet Lin Fan focused intently on the gunshot wound on her abdomen.
"This woman really doesn't hold back; that shot went deep."
The flesh turned inside out, already covered in blackened blood.
Lin Fan picked up tweezers, dipped a cotton ball in alcohol, and gently wiped the wound clean.
He then applied some Yunnan Baiyao to the wound.
