บท 1582: Women of India

But Gu Yun Che was not doing any better than she was.

He barely had contact with strangers, let alone with a girl.

Because Luo Qianqian was in pain, she shrank her shoulders.

She suddenly thought of how Yuan Meng kept urging her to throw herself at him or try to seduce him so he'd throw himself at her, and her face turned even hotter.

She had never thought about doing that before she met him.

But at this moment, such a thought did pop up in her mind.

"There are so many wounds, will there be any scars?"

"It's not too deep, so no," Gu Yun Che said.

The girl's young and smooth skin should not scar.

After a long while, he finally treated the wound on her back and let out a sigh of relief.

"Done."

Luo Qianqian got dressed and glanced at the man who was packing away the supplies.

"Oh yes, how is the Indian girl?"

"She is married," Gu Yun Che said calmly.