Capítulo 232: Chapter 232

Dazhuang was wrapped only in a towel, exposing his sturdy body to the air, an unmistakable masculine presence engulfing the space.

Though Dazhuang never worked out at a gym, his natural strength, coupled with years of labor, gave him muscles that could rival any fitness trainer's.

"Sister Qin, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Why is your face so red?" Dazhuang asked, curious.

I gave an embarrassed smile and hastily changed the subject, "Dazhuang, you, you lie down, I'll apply the medicine to you."

Dazhuang silently nodded, then obediently lay down on the couch.

I slowly approached, poured some safflower oil into the palm of my hand, rubbed it, and then bent down to stretch out my hand and gently press it onto Dazhuang's wound.

"Hiss…"

A shudder ran through Dazhuang as his muscles tensed up.

"Dazhuang, I'm sorry, I hurt you," I said feeling a bit embarrassed.