"Oh, is the sun rising from the west today? Why are you being so patient with me?"
"Yes, from now on, let the sun rise from the west every day." Fu Zhen lazily gazed at the moonlight outside the window.
Pei Zhan looked up and smiled at her with pursed lips.
After tending to all the wounds on her arms, he hesitated again as he looked at her legs covered by her skirt.
In the past, jokes were just jokes, but he still remembered the phrase "men and women should not touch each other's hands."
Without a word, Fu Zhen lifted her skirt and trouser legs, revealing the scars on her calves and knees, "A good person does good deeds to the end, like sending a Buddha to the west."
The girl's fair and well-proportioned legs were exposed, causing Pei Zhan to instinctively avert his gaze.
He extended the medicine in his hand, "You can apply it yourself."
Fu Zhen smiled, "Weren't you just saying I was your wife? Are you denying it now?"
From his angle, Pei Zhan's earlobes were already red.
