In the vast room.
On the huge bed.
Jeanne lay on the bed and looked into Fourth Master Swan's deep eyes. She stared straight at the wound on her collarbone.
The injury there was more serious. The broken glass of the car window pierced straight into her flesh, leaving a very deep wound that looked ferocious.
His slender fingers were using iodophor to disinfect her wound, bit by bit.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Fourth Master Swan asked.
His voice was low and deep.
"It's alright," Jeanne answered.
'It's good that you're used to it.'
'Bear with it, you can get over it anyway.' Thoughts like this appeared in Jeanne's mind
"I'm in pain," Fourth Master Swan suddenly said.
Something flashed across Jeanne's eyes.
From her angle, she could only see Fourth Master Swan's lowered eyes, and his eyelashes were unusually thick and curled up.
There was a hint of familiarity, and it even made her a little absent-minded.
"Am I good-looking?" Fourth Master Swan's thin lips moved slightly.
Jeanne regained her senses and calmed her heart.
She chose to remain silent.
In a quiet room.
The medicine was applied.
The bandages were done.
Fourth Master Swan's fingers started to move downwards.
"Fourth Master, there are no injuries inside," Jeanne reminded.
It was only a reminder, but it did not stop him from pulling on her bathrobe.
Fourth Master Swan pursed his lips.
His eyes moved slightly as he looked at her.
"Fourth Master, if you don't believe me, you can check it yourself." Jeanne smiled.
When she smiled, it was enchanting and charming.
"Ms. Lawrence, do you mind?" Fourth Master Swan asked.
"You saved my life today. I can repay the fourth Master you by doing this. Fourth master, feel free to do so." Jeanne still had a smile on her face.
His throat moved slightly.
He looked straight at Jeanne, watching her speak calmly.
He said, "Do you not care?"
"Even if I do care, if you really want it, can I resist?" Jeanne said indifferently.
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