His fingers were a bit cold, but his touch was super gentle.
The milky white ointment slowly spread over the bruised wound.
The scent of the medicine slowly filled the air, and Chloe clutched the thin blanket beneath her tightly, never lifting her head.
"Why'd you stop talking? Weren't you all chatty just now? Huh?"
A warm breath brushed past her ear, and a deep, pleasant voice was nearby.
Chloe hurriedly turned over, but a big hand gripped her waist.
"Don't move."
The warmth of his palm made Chloe's nerves tense up. As her body stiffened, Damon's voice rang out from behind her ear again.
"Wait till the ointment dries before getting up."
Chloe didn't move anymore, and soon, her somewhat muffled voice slowly sounded.
"Sorry, I just...misunderstood you."
A low chuckle filled the air, and moments later, Damon stood up.
"Gangster?"
"...Sorry."
Chloe was highly embarrassed, and could only awkwardly apologize.
"Never in my life did I think someone would describe me with that word."
Chloe bit her lip with extreme embarrassment, her voice even lower.
"It's my first time describing someone like that too."
"First time? Should I feel honored?"
"Anyway...sorry."
Feeling the man's hand leave her waist and him standing up from the bed, Chloe breathed a small sigh of relief, stood up, and carefully placed her clothes down.
Turning around, she saw the tall and imposing figure of the man right behind her.
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