The little girl stood in front of him. Her face was fair and delicate, and her eyes were unbelievably clean. For some reason, it made Cen Juan feel a little impatient.
The man's Adam's apple moved. He turned around and went to the drawer under the coffee table in the living room to take out a medicine box.
He leaned lazily on the sofa and hooked his finger at Fu Ting. He exuded a seductive aura like a demon." Come on.""
Those who knew that he was applying medicine, those who didn't know would think that he was waiting to serve her.
Fu Ting sat beside him and took out medicinal wine and cotton swabs from the medicine box, gesturing for him to lower his head.
Cen Juan moved his body to the side and slowly slid off a portion of his clothes, revealing his firm and cold shoulder. There was a very light red mark on it.
Fu Ting,"Wei"
Was this insignificant red mark as painful as he said?