Huo Yeshuo laid Lin Zhenzhen down on the leather sofa next to the reception room.

The sofa was very soft, and as soon as she sat down, her whole body sank into it.

Because of losing her balance, Lin Zhenzhen could only lean back, and her legs rose slightly. Huo Yeshuo leaned down and naturally held her calves.

"Mr. Huo, Mr. Huo."

"Let me check the wound." Huo Yeshuo's tone was normal, revealing nothing amiss.

Lin Zhenzhen seemed a little shy as she brought her legs together slightly, her knees touching inside each other, and her toes subtly shifting a few inches.

Most people have some degree of color difference between their face and body, but Lin Zhenzhen is different. Her entire body, from head to toe, is a uniform cool white, even the fine hairs on her skin are light brown.

Because of her fair skin, any other color that gets on her skin will look particularly out of place.

That impact was clearly quite severe; bright blood vessels could even be seen beneath the thin skin, and even the uninjured areas were tinged with a light pink.

Huo Yeshuo lowered his head, the light in the room shining on the top of his head, making his nose and brow bones appear particularly high.

The wisps of hair on her forehead were scattered carelessly, her eyelids were half-closed, and her thick eyelashes pressed down, which could well conceal the complex emotions in her eyes.

However, if Lin Zhenzhen's gaze were to move a few more degrees downwards and land on the gleaming tiles, she would very likely be startled by his expression at that moment.

"The impact was quite severe; there's likely to be a large bruise afterward." After a long silence, Huo Yeshuo said this.

"It's okay, I'll just spray some medicine on myself when I get back."

Huo Yeshuo seemed not to have heard what she said at all. He got up and went into the small private room inside. Soon, he came out with a portable small medical kit.

Huo Yeshuo pressed the button, lifted the lid, and searched through the layers for the things he needed.

He probably never used the medicine box; all the medicines inside were brand new and unopened. Every time he got a medicine, he would first look at the instructions on the back.

Huo Yeshuo's eyes were focused, as if this were something of utmost importance. Perhaps it was just his personality; he always gave his all to whatever he did.

"Does it hurt?" Huo Yeshuo suddenly asked.

Lin Zhenzhen did not answer, but instead shifted her gaze from his profile to her knees.

Huo Yeshuo had found a spray to treat and calm the pain. He sat down next to Lin Zhenzhen, and as the weight pressed down, the cushion immediately tilted a large area towards him.

Without a word, Huo Yeshuo picked up Lin Zhenzhen's calf, raised his knee, and gently placed her ankle on his thigh.

This position was too dangerous and ambiguous. Even Lin Zhenzhen felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but shrink back a few feet.

But the other party remained calm and composed, seemingly unaware of how inappropriate their behavior was.

Huo Yeshuo was much taller than her, and his broad, thick shoulders not only brought a sense of security but also exerted a sense of pressure.

Moreover, there was no smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with a hint of coldness, while his burning palms were pressed tightly against his calves.

Lin Zhenzhen was like a cat being held by the scruff of its neck, completely at the mercy of the other, with nowhere to escape.

Huo Yeshuo pressed the nozzle, and the cool spray was applied to Lin Zhenzhen's wound, slowly penetrating into her skin through the pores.

Soon after, a burning pain began to rise.

"say."

What are you saying? Lin Zhenzhen looked up blankly, her eyes meeting those dark green pupils that gleamed with an eerie light.

After a few seconds of silence, Huo Yeshuo turned his face away first, and took out a red medicine tube from the medicine box.

"If it hurts, just tell me, and I'll try to be gentle."

"Oh." Lin Zhenzhen sniffed softly. "It hurts."

Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of sobbing.

Huo Yeshuo's brow twitched.

After a moment of silence, he put the cotton swab bag, which was already within reach, back into the deepest part of the medicine box and looked up at Lin Zhenzhen.

His expression remained normal: "I couldn't find a cotton swab."

Lin Zhenzhen was taken aback for a moment, then said in a muffled voice, "Then I'll do it myself."

"Don't move around." As he said this, Huo Yeshuo had already squeezed the ointment onto his finger.

His words were forceful and left no room for argument, yet his movements were extremely gentle.

The pale yellow ointment glided across her skin, spreading out and releasing the scent of Chinese herbs. It mingled with Huo Yeshuo's woody perfume, creating a contradictory yet pleasant aroma that was almost irresistible.

Huo Yeshuo performed the simple action of repeatedly wiping very seriously.

He kept his head down and didn't see Lin Zhenzhen, who was directly above him, squinting and slowly curving her lips into a smile.