Lu Jing really couldn't stand the man's overreaction:
"I said I was injured, did I? Where on earth did you get that conclusion?"
Cough, cough, cough.
Faced with the woman's aggressive approach, Jiang Ye leaned back quite a bit:
"Wife, calm down, take it easy."
Lu Jing snorted twice but didn't continue.
The man straightened his back:
"If you're not injured, why are you using this?"
Only then did Lu Jing roll up her sleeve:
"Look, I've got a rash."
A large patch had developed on the inside of her arm, the large, particularly itchy kind.
Seeing this, Jiang Ye's first reaction was pity.
At the same time, he gently took hold of her wrist and closely examined the rash:
"It must be a bug bite."
Since Jiang Ye said so, Lu Jing was even more certain.
"Right, I suspected that too."
She was about to pull her wrist away.
But the other party didn't let go:
"Don't move, it's hard for you to apply medication here by yourself, let me do it."
Oh.
