Nan Qiao felt her lips press against something protruding. As she came to her senses and realized what she had kissed, panic set in, and she moved backward to keep her distance from Li Yehan.
Bare-chested, Li Yehan watched the distraught Nan Qiao as his body leaned forward, closing the distance between them.
"Don't come any closer!" Nan Qiao panicked.
Li Yehan whispered softly, "What are you afraid of? You think I'll eat you?"
Nan Qiao's cheeks were flushed, sitting by the car door, her clear black and white eyes filled with turmoil.
Just as she thought about opening the car door to flee, Li Yehan turned around.
"Help me apply the medicine."
Li Yehan turned his body, and Nan Qiao wasn't as panicked as before.
"Lie down, if you sit like that, the powder will fall off."
Behind him, Nan Qiao's pleasant voice rang out, and Li Yehan did as she said.
He lay on the car seat, while Nan Qiao knelt, treating his wound.