Oliver Palmer looked at the medicinal oil in her hand, then at Reese Harris's smiling face, and his face instantly flushed.
"Miss Harris, I... I... I'm sorry, I..."
Seeing his embarrassed face, Reese found it both amusing and a bit pitiful.
He must have been scared just now, thinking she was really going to eat him!
"Alright, sit down, let me take a look at your injury."
"I can do it myself." Oliver hurriedly said.
Reese's face darkened, "If you keep this up, I really will get angry."
Oliver had no choice but to withdraw his hand and sit at the edge of the bed.
Walking to his side, Reese carefully inspected his shoulder; on the left shoulder, there was a conspicuous swelling.
She extended her fingertip and gently pressed on his skin.
"Does it hurt?"
"It's alright."
