It's hard to put powder on Lin Mengyun's back wound, tear off a piece of clothes and tie it up. She also put on her clothes, but she hasn't applied medicine on her thigh wound yet.

If she painted herself, it would inevitably affect the wound on her back. Think about it, she still blushed and asked me to continue to help.

She sat beside the bed, slightly bifurcated her legs, the old gunshot wounds soaked for so long in the sea, and the scars all burst. I continued to help her carefully apply powder, too close, occasionally touching the root of her thigh, she hummed again, and did not...