Huh?
Predictable?
Yan Rouxi was stumped. "What do you mean?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he continued searching for the first aid box. After a moment, he found it in the bottom drawer, took it out, and walked toward the bed. He pulled a chair close, placed it right in front of her, and sat down.
Without a word, he took her leg, rested it on his thigh, and began gently removing her heels. The moment his hand brushed against her skin, Yan Rouxi shivered. A strange trembling traveled down her spine, stopping right at her tailbone. She clenched her fists and bit her lip.
"I-I... I can do it on my own," she murmured, trying to pull her leg away.
But he held her ankle firmly and shot her a cold look. "Behave."
She pouted, watching him open the medicine box. He applied ointment on her swollen ankle, then pressed an ice pack against it. "Ah… lightly," she winced. "Why are you putting so much pressure? It hurts!"
