The large piece of skin on her waist was exposed.
His slender fingers pressed on her wound without any hesitation, and his thin lips parted slightly.
"Does it hurt?"
"..."
Qiao Yuanfei was already unable to speak, and a chill ran up her spine.
Her entire body froze, and she stared blankly at fan Yu, who had suddenly barged into her room, lifted her clothes, and was still caressing her waist and asking if she was in pain.
Was He... acting like a hoodlum?
The words "Acting like a hoodlum"could never be associated with the gentle and elegant Fan Yu.
But what he was doing now was indistinguishable from a hoodlum.
Oh, there was still a difference.
If he really wanted to pursue the matter, he was probably a stinky hoodlum who had a legitimate reason to take advantage of her.
Because her injury was at her lower back, she really could not apply the medicine on herself.