The Twelfth Game: Fire Springs Forest Park 9

"Ow!" Wen Nannan's quick reflexes had her grasping her pants tightly. "Brother Lu, what are you doing?"

"Applying medicine," Lu Huai replied nonchalantly, but his gaze was deep and dark, and his voice carried a hint of hoarseness.

Wen Nannan's gaze remained fixated on her pants. In a place like this, having Daddy Lu help apply the medicine would be totally inappropriate!

"N-No, I can do it myself!" she exclaimed, snatching the medicine from his hand, her eyes wide with terror. Even if he didn't consider her a woman, he shouldn't be handling her pants!

"If you don't do it yourself, who will?" Lu Huai retorted, his fingers delicately pinching the fabric of her shorts, wiping his hands on it. The subtle sensation through the fabric sent an electric shiver through Wen Nannan.

At this moment, Wen Nannan didn't dare to move—not even a little. Even her breathing suddenly came to a halt.