Chương 49: A Delicate Woman

She was only 20 years old. She was in the prime of her life. But in front of Zhuang Hong, in front of this man who used to lie in bed and understand all her grievances, she could not help but want to be pretentious.

Zhuang Hong frowned. His eyes were serious. "You won't."

Cen Shuang's lazy voice carried a hint of coquettishness. "But I'm in so much pain."

Zhuang Hong's heart felt like it was pricked by a thorn. He took the initiative to grab her hand. "You touched your wound in the shower. Why didn't you change the dressing?" After saying that, Zhuang Hong lifted the blanket that was draped over her body.

Cen Shuang's muffled voice came from under the blanket. "How can I change it if I can't reach it?"

However, she could not bring herself to ask a man to apply the medicine for her.