Ji Huan used the excuse of applying medicine to change the subject, and Song Jing's face immediately turned red to the tips of his ears.
Both of his arms were already treated. The only places left to apply medicine were his chest and back.
Since they were not yet married, Song Jing couldn't bring himself to casually disrobe in front of Ji Huan. He clutched his collar tightly, almost as if he thought Ji Huan was going to force herself on him.
Ji Huan's mind was focused on his injuries, and she had automatically slipped into the role of a doctor. It was only when she saw his reaction that a belated sense of awkwardness washed over her.
"Well... here's the medicine and some cotton swabs. You can take them home and apply it yourself. But you won't be able to reach your back, will you?"
Song Jing quickly replied, "I can manage."
