The scissors smoothly cut through the high-grade silk fabric, and the sound of the fabric splitting was especially distinct in the empty living room.
As the shirt was cut open, Su Nanzhi didn't even glance at the dazzlingly white back, but immediately poured disinfectant over it.
A hiss escaped from the handsome man's mouth, "Gentle, even though I'm a man, I am also afraid of pain."
The words "afraid of pain" were barely out, and Su Nanzhi paused, "If you're afraid of pain, then you shouldn't be so stubborn."
She set aside the disinfectant, and a white light condensed in her hand, lightly touching the wound. The injury, which had swollen and darkened in such a short time that it affected the surrounding skin, stopped bleeding.
But that was all; the pain still had to be endured. However, it didn't look quite as frightening now.
