Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but show a worried expression.

Once again, she opened the door a crack, looking at Qin Feimo sitting in the living room, his profile facing her.

She glanced at her body wrapped in a thin blanket; even though it was tightly wrapped, she knew very well that she had nothing on underneath. Going out like this to face Qin Feimo made her feel awkward and shy.

The sound of the door opening and closing was not unheard by Qin Feimo. His hand holding the glass cup paused slightly, and he glanced towards the direction of the door from the corner of his eye.

Then, his gaze settled on the vibrant red suitcase in the corner of the living room.

Standing behind the door, Feng Jinglei was torn about how to get her clothes inside. Should she wait until Qin Feimo goes out before changing?

But if he goes out late, won’t she have to stay in the room like this the whole time?

Just as she was thinking, a sudden noise came from outside the door.

She paused, frowned, and turned her head, then opened the door a crack again after two seconds.

She saw Qin Feimo’s tall figure walking towards the sofa.

She furrowed her brows lightly, lowered her gaze to glance at the door, and saw her vibrant red suitcase placed there.

Did he bring it over for her? Did he know she needed to change clothes, so he waited outside for her?

Without further hesitation, she reached out to bring in the suitcase, found a set of clean clothes to change into, and then went to wash up.

Just as she finished washing up, there was a sudden knock on the door.

She paused, turned her head to look at the door.

Knowing it must be Qin Feimo outside, Feng Jinglei stammered for a moment, "Come, come in."

Then, the door was pushed open, and Qin Feimo walked in.

Since he wasn’t sure if she had changed clothes, he had to knock on the door first.

He just discovered that Li Yuan left a bottle of medicine last night to treat her whip wounds.

"Can you apply this medicine yourself?"

Feng Jinglei, with a dazed face, looked at him and then at the medicine in his hand.

Suddenly, she realized she seemed to be covered in wounds, unable to distinguish between new and old injuries.

"Where to apply it?"

"The wounds on your body, who hit you?" He asked casually, as the people he sent to investigate last night had not yet reported back.

Thinking of Xiong Tianba’s perverse behavior from that evening, Feng Jinglei still felt lingering fears.

She took the medicine from his hand, "I’ll do it myself."

"Are you sure?"

"What?" She looked up, puzzled, at him.

"You also have two scars on your back, are you sure you can apply it yourself?"

She froze for a few seconds; does he mean to apply it for her?

"It’s fine; it’s just a surface wound."

She lowered her head, naturally not wanting him to apply the medicine on her body personally.

But the next second, Qin Feimo still reached out, snatched the medicine she had taken back, and, taking her hand, led her to the bedside.

"What are you doing?"

Instinctively, thinking he was going to take off her clothes, she widened her eyes in fright, her wary look causing Qin Feimo to furrow his brows slightly.

Then, he calmly spoke, "I’ve already seen what shouldn’t be seen; are you still worried about your back?"

His sudden words made Feng Jinglei’s cheeks instantly flush red.

Qin Feimo ignored her embarrassment, directly reached out to take off her undershirt.

In that moment, Feng Jinglei seemed to be immobilized, allowing him to undress her, leaving her in just her bra as he applied the medicine.

The two scars on her back, applying the medicine took no more than a minute, yet for Feng Jinglei at that moment, it felt like an eternity.