Lu Jing really couldn’t stand the man’s overreaction:
"I said I was injured, did I? Where on earth did you get that conclusion?"
Cough, cough, cough.
Faced with the woman’s aggressive approach, Jiang Ye leaned back quite a bit:
"Wife, calm down, take it easy."
Lu Jing snorted twice but didn’t continue.
The man straightened his back:
"If you’re not injured, why are you using this?"
Only then did Lu Jing roll up her sleeve:
"Look, I’ve got a rash."
A large patch had developed on the inside of her arm, the large, particularly itchy kind.
Seeing this, Jiang Ye’s first reaction was pity.
At the sa ti, he gently took hold of her wrist and closely examined the rash:
"It must be a bug bite."
Since Jiang Ye said so, Lu Jing was even more certain.
"Right, I suspected that too."
She was about to pull her wrist away.
But the other party didn’t let go:
"Don’t move, it’s hard for you to apply dication here by yourself, let do it."
Oh.
Lu Jing didn’t refuse anymore; it was just applying so dicine, nothing embarrassing about that.
After all, as a true husband and wife, what intimate things hadn’t they done?
Anything more would be truly prudish!
However, the application of dicine on the inside of her arm wasn’t the end.
Just as Jiang Ye was about to cap the bottle, the woman lifted her shirt:
"There’s more on my back," she said quietly.
Jiang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly:
"Besides your back, where else?" he asked, each word weighted.
That tone was rather serious.
"Um, on my thighs too."
It seed unnecessary to hide it anyway, and besides, having soone help with the dicine was naturally better.
Yet, during the dication application, neither of the couple spoke; the room was so quiet, you could clearly hear both their breathing and heartbeats.
While applying dicine to her thighs, Lu Jing lay on the small wooden bed, her lips pursed several tis as she contemplated speaking.
But the words would just involuntarily retreat back into her throat.
Why was there a feeling of guilt?
She didn’t do anything wrong, did she?
Lu Jing couldn’t figure it out for a mont and didn’t realize that her reaction was mainly due to the other person’s hard-to-suppress gloom.
Jiang Ye was angry!
If it had been anyone else, if it had been those team mbers working under him, he would have physically lashed out without a word.
But with his dear wife, he couldn’t hit or scold her, could he? So he was just left stewing in his frustration.
Who could control their body’s natural reaction then?
Ti ticked by, and finally, the dication was all applied.
Jiang Ye stood up, preparing to find a paper towel to wipe his hands.
As he walked a few steps away, Lu Jing heaved a huge sigh of relief.
Although she never feared this stinky man, there were still tis when she felt overwheld by his imposing presence.
She then silently sat up, straightened her clothes and trousers.
Jiang Ye, while wiping his hands, kept an eye on the situation here from the corner of his vision.
He saw his wife’s whole response and couldn’t help but silently chuckle to himself, though he kept his face stern and serious.
When everything was sorted, he finally approached the bedside again.
Seeing him coming back, Lu Jing’s facial expression montarily froze:
"What... what are you going to do?"
Pff—
"Okay, okay, don’t be overly nervous, am I going to hit you?"
Cough, cough.
Lu Jing then eased a bit:
"So what are you really trying to say?" she asked.
Making it all mysterious.
"What am I trying to say? What do you think I’m trying to say? Wife, do you even consider your husband?"
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