He didn’t answer her and just changed her shoes.
When he found she didn’t follow up, he walked to her and was about to hold her again.
She waved her hands. "I can go to my self."
Her down part still ached. As long as she walked, she felt a knife cut her.
Seeing the way she walked, his eyes became dark clouds. He went straightforward and held her up. "Go upstairs, and I will give you some medicine."
"What?" she was confused.
When they reached the bedroom, and he took a medicine paste, she blushed.
"Don't move." He unfastened her clothes softly. She was so embarrassed, and she looked around.
He was very patient and put the medicine on her with care. The one who could not be satisfied was him, and now the one who looked so stern was also him.
Vichy felt her down part was cold
