Xavia had been busy concentrating on taking care of his wound.
She wiped the wound clean first before she took a cotton swab to use the medical alcohol to gently disinfect the wound. She wiped the wound little by little, in a careful and serious manner, and she didn’t look at him from the beginning to the end.
Zivon realized that Xavia somehow emitted and gave people an unusually comfortable feeling. She gave him a totally different feeling compared to the feeling that he felt from other women.
“Do you often apply medicine?” He asked.
Xavia nodded. “Yeah. Yulia is a little mischievous and she would fall down and bump into things. So I’m already used to bandaging wounds.”
“Who’s Yulia?”
Ahh!
It was over! She let the cat out of the bag!
Xavia hurriedly laughed before she quickly changed the subject. “No one. Just a child. I’ve already applied the medicine on your wound. Does it hurt? Do you want me to find you a painkiller?”
Zivon didn’t notice that she was acting unnaturally.