Feng Yexuan's injuries were even more severe than Chu Qianli had imagined.
His back and both arms, even his legs, were all wounded by wild wolves.
There were several wounds, long and deep.
He was somewhat weak due to losing too much blood.
After finding a cave, Chu Qianli immediately began cleaning his wounds.
His body was covered with injuries, and for a moment, she didn't know where to start.
"Fourth Royal Brother, can you... change into a pair of shorts yourself? Very short... the very short kind."
She had bought two vacuum-packed... pairs of briefs that he could wear right away.
There were wounds on his thighs that needed urgent attention, and the ancient undergarments were too cumbersome.
Moreover, his clothes had already been torn to shreds by the wild wolves and couldn't be worn anymore.
Feng Yexuan, who had closed his eyes, opened them and gave her a faint glance without saying a word.
But she knew he had agreed to change his trousers.