Silence

To avoid Lu Qian's gaze, Xia Qinglee could not help but shrink her arm and place it under the blanket.

"You really have the ability. When you went downstairs, you actually fell and left a wound on the rope. " He could not help but snort in contempt. He took out the medicine from his pocket, grabbed Xia Qinglee's wrist, and gently rubbed it.

The pale yellow ointment was cold and cool. It was especially comfortable to apply it on his arm. Looking at his gentle side profile and his harmless appearance, people could not help but approach him.

His warm finger was moving back and forth in circles. He gently caressed it and finally pulled his arm away. His lips were slightly pouted and he blew it.

It was rare to see her panic, so Lu Qian did not want to leave. He only felt a flash of ruthlessness, and when it was fixed on Xia Qinglee's face, it became even more gentle.

"Does it still hurt?"