Hearing what Luoshui said, An Ye became even more nervous, "Here, let me take a look."
Because the wound was bandaged, there was nothing on her body except the quilt. As soon as the quilt was lifted, she would be exposed to the dark night again.
"Wha...what?" Forgetting the pain on his back, he fell into the water and grabbed the quilt, staring nervously into the dark night, his face suddenly turning red.
On An Ye's side, perhaps because he was too nervous about his injuries from falling into the water, he didn't notice anything wrong. He pulled off the quilt that Falling into the water was holding and said, "Let me take a look!"
He didn't notice that Luo Shui was already so shy that he almost found a hole to crawl in. In the dark night, he untied the gauze wrapped around Luo Shui's body, and he didn't know when it had become a large area of red.
"Damn it, the wound is open." An Ye cursed in a low voice, and you could hear a hint of nervousness and worry in his tone.
Luoshui didn't say anything more. He rushed to her room nervously in the dark night and now irrationally pulled the quilt off her body. When he saw the injury on her back, he frowned and the trace of light flashed in his eyes.
When she felt distressed, she forgot her shyness and found that something completely unexpected happened between herself and the dark night.
"Luoshui, just lie down and don't move. I'll give you the medicine again!" Until now, he hadn't noticed that Luoshui was lying almost naked with his back to him. He quickly left the bed and took the waiter's leftover bag.
The extra white cotton yarn there fell into the water.
Inexplicably, I don't know if it's because I'm used to it, or if I just looked away, when I was exposed to the dark night like this, I didn't feel much rejection when I fell into the water. Instead, I turned over and lay on my stomach, with my back to the dark night and my hands.
Subconsciously, he placed it on his sides to block the sin-inducing image on his chest.
An Ye sat next to Luo Shui, took the medicine from his arms and poured it on Luo Shui's back. Although there was a bit of acrid sting, Luo Shui gritted his teeth and endured it, but the subconscious moan still reached An Ye's ears.
"Does it hurt?" There was a trace of worry hidden in his tone.