"That... I can apply the medicine myself!"
Qin Yu felt a bit embarrassed.
"You're not wearing any pants inside?"
Yan Mingyu raised her eyebrows inquisitively and asked.
"I'm only wearing a pair of boxers!"
Qin Yu honestly replied.
"Well then, there you go, don't worry, I'm not that lecherous!"
Yan Mingyu said somewhat irritably.
She was his wife, after all; why was he guarding himself against her as if against a thief?
He's a grown man, what's the big deal if she gets a glimpse? Was he going to lose a piece of flesh?
"Okay... okay then!"
Qin Yu took off his bathrobe, revealing his severe wounds.
Yan Mingyu's heart ached for him, knowing that those centipede-like frightening scars were left behind for her sake.
"Sit down, don't move!"
Yan Mingyu said, biting her lip, before she opened the medical kit, found some antiseptic and pain-relief ointment, and moved toward Qin Yu.
"Does it hurt?"
Looking at the man's multitude of scars, Yan Mingyu's eyes began to mist over.