Lu Qilin took a deep breath, turned his eyes away, and looked away.
His sight happened to fall on the special-effect ointment in Lu Che's hand. Lu Qilin frowned slightly, and then he remembered what he had forgotten.
"This is the special medicine Miranda prescribed for you..." Lu Qilin's big hand on Lu Che's waist took the ointment from her hand.
The man's eyes were heavy, and there was a hint of displeasure on his stern face: "Miranda said that this must be applied every day to be effective. Why didn't you remind me to apply the medicine for you?"
He has been so busy these days that he forgot about it.
"..." Lu Che was speechless.
Do you want her to remind you
But what position should she have to remind him? She didn't have the position at all, and she was even more unwilling to remind Lu Qilin about such a thing.
It was as if she was deliberately reminding him to remember her kindness in saving him, as if she was blackmailing him with this.
"Remember to call me next time." Seeing that Lu Che didn't answer for a long time, Lu Qilin thought she was just shy.
He carried Lu Che inside and placed her petite body on the soft big bed.
Lu Che was curled up slightly on the European-style four-poster bed.
Because of Lu Qilin's actions, she lay on her side on the white quilt, wearing only a small vest and light white panties. Her snow-white, slender legs were slightly bent and her arms were wrapped around her chest, trying to block Lu Qilin's sight.
Although he knew that Lu Qilin would not be interested in him, Lu Che still felt embarrassed.
Her face was getting hotter and hotter, and must have turned red.
"Relax a little, I'll apply the medicine for you." Lu Qilin's voice was calm, as if he didn't notice Lu Che's blushing and embarrassed face at all.
The man squeezed the special ointment onto his slender fingertips.
His fingers gently covered the gunshot wound on the back of Lu Che's shoulder. When Lu Qilin's fingertips with thin calluses touched the wound on Lu Che's left shoulder, Lu Che's body couldn't help but tremble.
The burning sensation on her fingertips seemed to burn her to ashes.
Lu Che inexplicably began to get nervous, but she told herself that there was no need to be nervous because the young master had no interest in her at all and would not do anything to her.
The temperature of his fingertips melted the plaster, and Lu Qilin pushed the plaster away bit by bit until the medicinal effect was completely absorbed into the wound on Lu Che's shoulder.
The man's bottomless eyes were fixed on the slightly hideous gunshot wound. His eyes were so dark and heavy, and even mixed with a hint of frost.
Lu Qilin turned his eyes away, unwilling to look at the gunshot wound.
He said calmly, "I'll clean the other parts for you."
When he came in just now, he saw Lu Che applying the lotion on his left buttock.
Lu Qilin is Lu Che's superior and has examined her health before, so he naturally knows what other old illnesses Lu Che has.
With an expressionless and even stern look on his face, he squeezed out some more special medicine, lifted Lu Che's arm with his left hand, and applied the ointment on the old wound on the outside of her arm with his right hand.
In addition, there were Lu Che's calves and thighs... until Lu Qilin's gaze moved from the little woman's snow-white ankles all the way up her body, and landed on the incision on her left buttock that looked quite old.
Lu Qilin still remembered that knife attack, which was blocked by Lu Che for him back then.
That was when he was a teenager. He once encountered a kidnapping when he returned to the Lu family on vacation from the Imperial Military Academy.
This knife wound was caused by the blow that Lu Che blocked for him in order to save him.
Lu Qilin looked deeply at Lu Che's snow-white and tender buttocks. His dark pupils seemed to have a more scorching color. (To be continued)