He cradled his treasure, meticulously tending to the wounds.
The person in his arms already had a frighteningly high body temperature, which now nestled into a comfortable embrace, instinctively snuggling closer and moving her limbs.
There were numerous cuts from broken glass, big and small; he treated each one, not overlooking even the ones on her ankles.
Some wounds were made through clothing by glass shards, and he had to remove the clothes to treat them.
Su Nanzhi felt unbearably hot, and unbuttoning her clothes provided some relief, making her extremely cooperative.
"..."
The person holding her remained silent, diligently healing the wounds.
Each wound, whether big or small, was soothed and the skin became smooth again.
However, that clearly wasn't enough.
The person in his arms seemed to have suffered this torment of muscle and vein for too long; her face turned a scorching red, and she suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring at the man above her in confusion.
