His dark eyes commanded again, "Lie down."
Closing her eyes, resignedly lying down on the sofa.
Her arm was lifted by him, and she felt a cool sensation at the wound. Surprised, she opened her eyes and saw him bent over, applying ointment to her wounds—on her hands, legs, and forehead.
He was frowning as he applied the ointment. His stern face showed no expression, and indeed, she had never seen him smile.
That handsome face—wouldn't it be somewhat charming if he smiled?
Anjue was very serious as he applied the ointment. When he finished, he noticed that she was staring at his face the whole time. Her fair skin blushed slightly from trembling, her throat moved, and he took off his coat, his body covering hers.
Ye Xiaoyu gasped, instinctively trying to push his chest away.
"No... don't... not here."
The lust in his eyes was too obvious; he wanted to devour her.
But this was a coffee shop, after all, with people coming and going. What if someone walked in...
