Fated to My Enemy

He spoke as if bestowing a favor, then unscrewed the bottle of medicine and personally applied it to her.

If it weren't for him personally applying the medicine, she would have been unable to resist retorting to his earlier remark.

At this moment, she quietly watched his fingers, spreading the medication over her injury, bringing a cool sensation.

Pfft!

Was she really not a little demon sent by God to torment him?

His self-control, in her presence, dissipated into nothingness.

"Ow, why are you pinching me? I don't want you to do it, you're always bullying me!" Lian Xinying snatched the medicine away and then gave him a pitiful glance.

In front of him, with his enormous strength, she felt like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Do you want to see it in real life?" he asked, pushed to the edge of the bed, but reluctant to leave.

Watching her curl up to apply the medicine.

Lian Xinying finally understood.

She looked up at him with incredulous eyes, her expression seemingly saying: I can't believe you're like this!

"I'll close my eyes! I won't look!" Xinying finished indignantly, then lay down on the bed, turning her back, refusing to look at him.

Was it necessary for her not even to look at his face?

Her exaggerated reaction made him involuntarily smile.

"Silly girl, other women would want to see but can't."

"I just won't look! Get out! Just get out…" Her heartbeat sped up, her thoughts in turmoil.

"Why do you have a bump on the back of your head as well?" he rasped, kindly reminding before leaving.

Her small hand immediately reached behind her.

Seeing this, he pulled her arm and brought her whole body to the edge of the bed.