Youyou pouted, then obediently took off her jacket.
She was only wearing a small camisole, revealing her fair shoulders. The bruises on her skin were quite glaring.
Jiang Nan looked at the scratches on her shoulder, his eyes tightened as his hand holding the ointment slightly clenched, almost crushing the ointment box.
Was he crazy just now? How could he have grabbed her so hard?
After being dazed for a few seconds, Jiang Nan collected himself, took the ointment, and stepped forward, preparing to apply the medicine for her.
As soon as his fingers touched her shoulder, the sensation beneath his hand made him pause.
Although Youyou was quite tomboyish, her body wasn't rough at all. Her delicate skin was like silk, emitting a soft glow in the dim light.
Jiang Nan's gaze fixed on her shoulder, but his peripheral vision involuntarily drifted toward her chest. From his standing angle, her small camisole covered almost nothing.
