Xiao Liulang had no clue about the old lady's secrets, let alone know where she got the golden wound ointment from. However, this wasn't the time to contemplate these issues. Gu Jiao's condition was critical, and her wounds needed immediate attention.
Though they had shared a bed, it was always with their clothes on. Now, however, he had no choice but to lift her garments.
Xiao Liulang steadied his emotions, then gently turned her over so she was lying on her stomach.
His slender fingers, trembling slightly, hooked up her slightly warm undergarments, gradually revealing her skin.
The lengthy whip mark ran from the barely visible right side of her waist all the way to her left shoulder.
He reluctantly had to strip her of her clothes entirely, revealing her smooth and unblemished back.
Her hands were placed on her pillow, her position accentuating the beautiful shape that was unique to young girls.