The silhouette in black on the sofa in the living room seemed as if it had shifted from a dream, appearing so ethereal and unbelievable.
Seeing that Shi Lan had not moved, Yan Shixiu stood up from the sofa and walked over to her, then he picked her up sideways.
However, because he touched Shi Lan's knee, she couldn't help but hiss in pain.
Yan Shixiu carefully placed her on the sofa, reached to take off her Martin boots, and beside his hand were the medicine King Yan had sent.
"How did you come here?" Miss Shi still felt like she was dreaming.
Yan Shixiu took off her shoes and socks, rolled up her pant legs, and then saw her swollen knees.
"Because I knew you wouldn't apply the medicine yourself."
She didn't care about this bit of pain.
"That's because…"
"I don't need your explanation, I just need you to obediently apply the medicine," Yan Shixiu looked at Shi Lan and said.
