Chapter 84

At the moment, Zhao Wanqing's upper body was only covered by a black bra. If she wanted to take off the bra, she would have to stretch both hands behind her back to unhook it. If Zhao Wanqing did this, when she took off the bra, her entire upper body would be completely exposed to Jiang Ping.

Such a situation was completely beyond what Zhao Wanqing could bear, even if she turned her back to Jiang Ping, she still could not accept it. Although Zhao Wanqing had agreed to Jiang Ping's request to take off the bra, this action, which was usually very ordinary for her, now left her at a loss.

Jiang Ping, standing behind Zhao Wanqing, noticed that she was so embarrassed that even her ears turned red. Jiang Ping, with his rich experience from his previous life, immediately understood what was going on.

Knowing that the longer this dragged on, the more awkward it would become, Jiang Ping did not hesitate any longer. He just whispered to Zhao Wanqing, "I'm sorry."

Before Zhao Wanqing could react, Jiang Ping's right hand had already touched the clasp of her bra. His nimble fingers moved slightly, barely touching Zhao Wanqing's back, and easily unhooked the clasp.

Zhao Wanqing only felt her bra suddenly loosen and quickly covered her chest in shock. At this moment, she finally understood what Jiang Ping meant by "I'm sorry."

Thinking about how Jiang Ping had easily unhooked her bra with one hand, Zhao Wanqing couldn't help but feel embarrassed and annoyed, muttering to herself, "His hands are more skilled than mine. I wonder how many times he has practiced on others. What a little hooligan!"

Jiang Ping only wanted to ease Zhao Wanqing's embarrassment, but he was labeled as a little hooligan. If he knew what Zhao Wanqing was thinking at that moment, he would surely sigh that his good intentions had not been appreciated.

Seeing Zhao Wanqing, who was covering her chest, looking very embarrassed, Jiang Ping casually pulled a towel blanket from the sofa and covered her chest. This gesture warmed Zhao Wanqing's heart. She felt that although this "little hooligan" was detestable, he could be quite considerate at times. A sweet smile appeared on her blushing face.

Of course, Jiang Ping, standing behind Zhao Wanqing, couldn't see her smile. He just started to apply the medicine seriously.

The scars on Zhao Wanqing's back and arms were quite extensive, and it took Jiang Ping a long time to apply the medicine. Then he began to bandage her carefully. To avoid more awkwardness, Jiang Ping was particularly cautious when bandaging, trying not to touch Zhao Wanqing's skin. Even when he had to, his nimble fingers would only touch her skin briefly and never linger.

Women are very sensitive, and Zhao Wanqing, of course, noticed Jiang Ping's thoughtful efforts. At this moment, she suddenly felt a bit moved, thinking that this "little hooligan" wasn't as detestable as she had imagined.

Jiang Ping neatly bandaged Zhao Wanqing, even helping her put on a bathrobe, and then heaved a long sigh of relief, saying, "Done. You can wash off the ointment in two days, and then you'll see the results!"

Jiang Ping's thoughtfulness moved Zhao Wanqing again. She hurriedly tied the belt of the bathrobe and, not daring to look at the young man behind her, lowered her head and said softly, "Thank you."

Jiang Ping shook his head and said, "Sister Wanqing, you're making it sound too formal."

"No, I must thank you!" Zhao Wanqing turned to look at Jiang Ping and said earnestly, "No matter what the final results are, I will remember your kindness!"

Jiang Ping didn't want to make the atmosphere too heavy, so he smiled and said, "As long as you don't call me a little hooligan anymore. I'm actually a gentleman, and you're ruining my reputation by calling me that!"

Seeing Jiang Ping still dare to call himself a gentleman, Zhao Wanqing couldn't help but frown and said, "Is there a gentleman like you, with a pair of lecherous eyes always looking at places they shouldn't?"

"Sister Wanqing, you're wrong!" Jiang Ping said seriously, "The Book of Songs says, 'A graceful lady, a gentleman's ideal mate.' It's precisely because you are so beautiful that I look at you more, which just shows that I am a gentleman!"

This was the first time Zhao Wanqing had heard someone explain this poem in such a way, and she was at a loss for words to refute Jiang Ping.

Seeing Zhao Wanqing speechless, Jiang Ping couldn't help but feel a bit smug and continued, "The ancients said, 'Let emotions arise, but stop at propriety.' I am doing exactly that. Am I not a gentleman?"

Zhao Wanqing realized that whether it was about twisting logic or comparing the thickness of one's skin, she was no match for Jiang Ping. Seeing that Jiang Ping was almost describing himself as a saint, Zhao Wanqing quickly changed the subject, "Is your ointment really that effective?"

"Of course, absolutely effective!" Jiang Ping said confidently, "Right now, it's just been applied, so whatever I say won't matter. In two days, you'll see that a gentleman like me would never lie..."

Seeing Jiang Ping still calling himself a gentleman, Zhao Wanqing couldn't take it anymore and quickly interrupted him, "Please don't ruin the word 'gentleman.' I'll make a bet with you. If the ointment isn't as effective as you say, you're never allowed to call yourself a gentleman in front of me again."

"No problem!" Jiang Ping agreed without hesitation and then asked Zhao Wanqing, "But what if the ointment is really effective?"

To be honest, Zhao Wanqing hadn't seriously considered this. Without much thought, she answered, "If it's really effective, I'll agree to one thing for you!"

Jiang Ping immediately followed up, "Anything?"

"Anything!" Zhao Wanqing answered Jiang Ping casually, but as soon as the words were out, she realized it might not have been a good idea.

But it was too late for Zhao Wanqing to back out. Jiang Ping immediately said loudly, "Alright, it's a deal!"

Zhao Wanqing then noticed that Jiang Ping was looking her up and down with a mischievous smile. What made her even more embarrassed and annoyed was that his eyes seemed to linger on her chest.

Zhao Wanqing then remembered that in her nervousness, she had forgotten to put her bra back on. This little hooligan must have noticed, which was why his smile was so strange.

Although Jiang Ping couldn't help but be a smooth talker when facing a beautiful woman, he still knew when to stop. Seeing that the joke was going too far, he immediately stopped and said to Zhao Wanqing, "Sister Wanqing, the medicine has been applied. If there's nothing else, I'll go back now. Remember not to get it wet, and if the scars itch, try not to scratch them, as it might affect the results."

Jiang Ping, who had been joking just a moment ago, suddenly became serious, and Zhao Wanqing was a bit taken aback. This made her forget what had just happened, and she subconsciously escorted Jiang Ping to the door.

"Sister Wanqing, you don't have to see me off," Jiang Ping stopped Zhao Wanqing and, as he walked out the door, said with a mischievous smile, "And don't forget our deal, anything goes!"

After saying this, Jiang Ping left with a grin.

"You... little hooligan!" Zhao Wanqing was both embarrassed and annoyed that Jiang Ping would bring up this matter. However, as she watched Jiang Ping's back disappear down the hallway, a faint smile appeared on her lips...

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