Injured in the back, the medicated hand is very awkward, often not in place to wipe.

She went over and took the cotton wool in his hand.

In surprise, Li Yan lifted up his body: "Little Lord..."

She gently pressed him down: "Lie down. Don't move. "

"No, I can do it myself..."

"Don't talk nonsense." She accentuated her tone.

Only then did she lie down and let her prescribe medicine for herself.

Holling danced a little bit to rub the medicine for him, and looked at the injury on his back, which was more serious than he had imagined. Besides the stick she had just laid down, there were...