Chapter 41 Marks and Ointment
When I woke the next day, Ji Yanli was already gone.
The sheets were a mess. The air still held that particular smell that comes after sex.
I moved, trying to sit up.
That simple motion made me suck in a sharp breath.
Everything hurt, like a heavy truck had run me over again and again.
My arms, my chest, my waist...
Everywhere I looked was covered in bruises, dark and light.
They sat there like a silent record of how wild and out of control last night had been.
Especially that place behind me I didn't even want to name.
A sharp sting and a strong foreign feeling came with the movement, and my face went white.
But right after that, a strange, icy coolness spread from there, easing the burning swell a little.
I froze, then realized what it was.
Ointment.
My face went hot.
Ji Yanli, that bastard.
After he was done, he actually still knew to put medicine on me?