C130 Injury of Palm(1)

Luo Yi Yi nodded at the waiter and dragged the soulless Wen Bin to the VIP lounge.

After picking up the glass shards with a pair of tweezers, Luo Yiyi dipped the cotton swab in the disinfectant. She turned to Wen Bin and said, "Wen Bin, this disinfectant might hurt a little. You have to bear with it."

Wen Bin leaned back against the sofa