Evander recoiled as if shocked and tried to withdraw his hand, but Florence hugged him tightly.
"Let go!"
"I'm in pain. You won't let me yell, so let me hold onto your arm."
Evander felt like she was doing it on purpose.
"How am I supposed to wrap your wound like this?"
"Call me when you need to wrap it."
The soft sensation from his arm felt like waves slowly pushing through Evander's body, causing half of his body to be in a state of stiffness and numbness.
Fortunately, they had finally finished applying the ointment.
Florence let go of Evander's hand.
He moved his fingers first. Otherwise, they would be stiff and unresponsive.
"Evander, your hand is so hot." Florence's words made Evander's movements stiffen. His fingertips were indeed very hot as if there were flames burning, and every time he touched her snow-white skin, it felt like he was igniting a fire, making him restless.