C306 It Hurts You You Son of a B Tch

"Then make me some sesame oil." Fu Zhanyang pulled open the lock on his clothes and Lin Chuxi was obviously on guard.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?"

"I showed you the wound. Don't tell me you want to put some sesame oil on me through my clothes?" Fu Zhanyang threw away his coat, revealing the black boy's shirt underneath.

Lin Chuxi looked at his arm