Gong Yeyan did not look back, but the girl's sweet, soft breath wrapped around him from behind, lingering and inescapable.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly as he said, "Don't tempt me."
Ming Ge: "..."
"I'm just speaking, giving you a compliment, how does that become tempting?"
The plaintiveness in her voice was inadvertently seductive.
Perhaps she didn't realize that, for a normal man, the effect of those words was undoubtedly like an aphrodisiac.
Gong Yeyan's voice was husky as he said, "Apply the medicine."
"Oh."
Ming Ge was skilled with her hands. She first used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect around the edges of the abrasion. The wound was not severe enough to require bandaging, but the conspicuous bruising on the back needed to be rubbed out with medicinal spirits.