Jiang Jianian washed his hands and walked over while drying them with a tissue.

Ji Shuli finished applying the medicine and was rubbing his wrist. "You little rascal, you hit hard. Next time I play with you, I'll have to find someone even tougher."

Jiang Jianian glanced at Ji Shuli and said in a nonchalant tone, "Either is fine."

"That's pretty arrogant. Some of my friends are even professionals. Don't be too embarrassed later." Ji Shuli was quite happy at the moment.

Having completely distanced himself from the matter between his cousin and Jiang Jianian, Ji Shuli seemed more interested in losing at fencing. He was quite pleased that the two men had become friends through a fight.

Ye Zhiwei, on the other hand, was much more conflicted.

In particular, Ji Shuli tends to do a lot of crazy things when he's in a good mood.

Ye Zhiwei looked at Ji Shuli, the second male lead in the novel who was portrayed as a refined gentleman, and smiled at Jiang Jianian, saying, "Are you injured anywhere? My sister hasn't put away her medicine yet, let her help you too."

Ye Zhiwei wished she could tear Ji Shuli to pieces.

Jiang Jianian looked at Ye Zhiwei, his voice deepening as he asked, "Ye Zhiwei, is it alright?"

The boy's voice was very low, deep and a little hoarse. The boy's clean voice and the man's deep voice blended so well that even Ye Zhiwei, who wasn't a fan of good voices, was captivated.

Especially under Jiang Jianian's gaze, Ye Zhiwei couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Ji Shuli said from the side, "Hurry up, I'm giving you a chance. If my wrist wasn't still a little uncomfortable, it wouldn't be your turn to help."

Ye Zhiwei: She didn't want that opportunity.

Ye Zhiwei took a deep breath and took out the cotton swabs again. In addition to her arms, Jiang Jianian also had some bruises on her waist. Ye Zhiwei's medicine for removing bruises was working well.

Ji Shuli told Jiang Jianian to take off his shirt.

Ye Zhiwei's heart was pounding. "Wait, wait, wait! No, cousin, I'm still a little girl. Is it appropriate for you to take off your top in front of me?"

Ji Shuli raised an eyebrow. "It's just taking off your shirt. Which of the male celebrities you little girls idolize hasn't taken a shirtless photo before?"

That's different!

Jiang Jianian didn't actually take off his shirt; he just lifted up part of it, tied a knot, and his gaze fell on Ye Zhiwei.

Ji Shuli laughed and said, "You high school students are really particular."

Ji Shuli didn't care anymore, said he wanted to have a cigarette, and went out with a cigarette in hand.

Only Ye Zhiwei and Jiang Jianian remained in the room.

Ye Zhiwei didn't dare to look. The boy lifted part of his shirt, revealing skin that was excessively white. Ye Zhiwei even thought that Jiang Jianian's skin was whiter than hers.

The young boy also showed obvious signs of training.

Jiang Jianian must exercise regularly, as he has a V-line, a defined waistline, and abs. His clothes weren't pulled up very high, so it's hard to tell how many abs he has.

Ye Zhiwei's breathing was a little unsteady.

It wasn't what she had imagined.

Ye Zhiwei tried her best to stop overthinking. She started applying the medicine to Jiang Jianian without daring to speak, and carefully applied the medicine.

Jiang Jianian didn't say anything, but his gaze fell on her.

The surroundings were so quiet that Ye Zhiwei's hand trembled, and she accidentally sprayed the medicine on areas other than Jiang Jianian's bruises. Startled, Ye Zhiwei immediately grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. In her panic, her fingers sometimes touched the skin on Jiang Jianian's waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me clean it for you!"

Jiang Jianian immediately pressed down on Ye Zhiwei's hand, and the young man said to Ye Zhiwei in a hoarse voice, "Ye Zhiwei, no need, I can do it myself."