Chapter 567

Freya put the black underwear into the iron pot, let it soak for a bit, and then wrung it out until it was half-dry. Afterward, she gently wiped Ryan's wound with it. Ryan felt the soft and comfortable fabric against his skin, combined with the warm and detoxifying wormwood water, and couldn't help but sigh in relief. "This feels so good!" A sudden thought struck him. If Sherry's black underwear was this comfortable, wouldn't Camelia's be even more so? She always wore branded clothes, so her underwear must be made of the best materials in the world, and the most comfortable to wear. With this thought, Ryan couldn't help but glance at Camelia. At that moment, Camelia was sitting by the fire. She put her uninjured right leg up while her injured left leg lay flat on the ground. The firelight cast a warm glow on her fair face, and Ryan noticed a small black mole at the corner of her eye. This didn't make her look less beautiful; instead, it added a unique charm to her. Camelia usually