Hearing these words, scenes from the past seemed to reappear before his own eyes.
Mrs. Wen watched him grow up. How could she be the same as other women?
In some sense, his brother was his father, and Mrs. Wen, was like his mother.
When he was a child, every time he got injured during training, it was Wen Yu who took care of him and applied medicine to his wounds.
But now he had grown up and was no longer the naive boy he had been.
Now, to undress and let her apply medicine seemed a bit embarrassing.
"Hurry up, you're so badly injured. If you don't get better, how are you going to go out and work?" Wen Yu added.
Her words hit the nail on the head, a slender figure flashed in his mind, instantly warming his heart.
He still had to protect his woman; he could not fall.
Mu Xiaojiu did not hesitate any longer, he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed.
