She wasn't the one who was squirming.
As Ji Qingwu rolled over, her body ached, and she whimpered uncomfortably.
Seeing her reaction, Zhao Mingyan feigned a serious tone and said, "I told you not to move around."
A moment later, a palm landed on Ji Qingwu's bottom.
The sound was crisp, but it didn't hurt.
Ji Qingwu brought her hands behind her back to cover her bottom, wincing as she tried to scoot further away.
'The man's intentions were utterly devious; he was just looking for an excuse to smack her.'
Zhao Mingyan climbed onto the bed as well, using his legs to hold her still. "Don't move. I just finished applying the medicine."
"What medicine?" Confusion filled Ji Qingwu's eyes.
She had smelled a medicinal scent on herself but assumed it was because the thin blanket was one he had used, and the smell had simply rubbed off on her.
"Let me see if it's gotten any better."
Zhao Mingyan pressed a hand on her slender legs, parting them to inspect the area.
