C159 Smiley Wound

In the dead of night.

Yi Xiaoqiao was lying on the bed.

The thin shirt was pushed back to his waist, revealing his back that was as smooth as jade.

His fingertip lightly touched the wound with the ointment, gently stroking the back until the ointment seeped into the flesh. After repeating this a few times, Mu Yi An breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, the wound isn't deep