Mu Fan held his breath instantly.
He had never expected Lu Qingxue to simply take off the jacket draped over her.
The chest wrap beneath it had somehow been undone as well.
Mu Fan was truly dumbfounded...
The delicate skin of the body before him was so fine that even the faint capillaries were clearly visible.
Her fair skin carried a sacred sheen, and the faint fragrance of Snow Lotus began to linger at the tip of his nose.
If not for those X-shaped claw marks, this would have been a perfect work of art.
Like a precious porcelain piece, it made one almost afraid to touch it.
He was even more at a loss now.
Lu Qingxue turned her head slightly, and for the first time, a trace of shyness entered her cool voice.
"Hurry up."
Mu Fan snapped out of his daze.
"Oh, okay."
His obviously distracted voice came from behind her. Lu Qingxue lowered her long lashes and withdrew her gaze, quietly looking at the shadows of the two of them cast on the wood before her...
Mu Fan finally knelt on one knee, took a deep breath, and began by using alcohol to clean Lu Qingxue's wound.
"Bear with it."
After giving the low reminder, Mu Fan dipped a medical cotton ball in alcohol and pressed it directly onto the deep bloody gash.
The delicate body before him trembled lightly, then stopped shaking. Mu Fan did not see Lu Qingxue biting down tightly on her teeth, but he could feel her pain.
He cast aside every distracting thought and began carefully cleaning the wound on Lu Qingxue's back.
In the quiet Mountain Cave, firewood crackled in the flames.
At last, when Mu Fan began applying the medicine along the edge of the wound, his fingers finally