592 I Will Prepare Dinner For You

She just sat down the bed, and her right thigh was pinned down by one of the man's large hands. She wore a white nightgown, and he tugged her leg. She was exposed.

"Ah!" She cupped her skirt and covered herself quickly. The discomfort between her legs also made her inadvertently raise her eyebrows. Her voice was soft and coy as she unhappily said, "Yin Muchen, what are you doing?"

Yin Muchen did not reply to her. He lowered his gaze, and a cotton ball drenched with medicine suddenly appeared in his hand. He was focused as he helped her to tend to the wound on her leg.

The anger inside Yin Shuiling's heart disappeared in an instant. It turned out that he was tending to her wound.

It was fine if he wanted to treat her wound, but did he have to be cold and chic?

The man's movements were very gentle. After he helped her apply some medication, he helped her to paste a plaster. Her heart became gentle with his delicate movements.