Mu Lingqian looked at the little woman hanging her head and sitting beside him, sighed helplessly, and called Hua Yu to send some ointment over. This kind of lovemaking was not enjoyment, but torture.
Seeing this little woman torturing herself like this, his hatred for Leng Xing, the grandpa of Yuan family, and even Mo Chengye, swelled to the point of bursting.
Hua Yu had just delivered the medicine and before he could ask how Mu Lingqian was doing recently, he was rushed out by Mu Lingqian again.
Mu Lingqian, sitting in his wheelchair, was applying the medicine to Wen Xiangyang.
From the initial frustration to coming to her senses, Wen Xiangyang's face turned red, and she wanted to push Mu Lingqian away, to pull up the blanket to cover herself, but her hand was caught by Mu Lingqian: "Sit still, don't move!"
On Wen Xiangyang's body, what was there he hadn't seen before?