"Charles White, what are you thinking about?" Zoe Yale walked up to him and, seeing him lost in thought, couldn't help but ask.
His eyes had looked so terrifying just now, as if he wanted to devour someone.
Yet she didn't remember offending him…
"It's nothing, are you going to apply the ointment for me?" Charles's gaze fell on the ointment in her hand, and without waiting for Zoe's response, he turned around, leaving his back to her.
"..." She had intended to just formally ask for his opinion, but she hadn't expected him to be so aware of the situation.
After all, he couldn't reach his own back.
Zoe Yale had always been taken care of by others since she was frail from a young age, this was the first time she took care of someone else.
Pale fingers coated with ointment, she cautiously approached his back…
Just as she touched his back, before Charles had any reaction, she nervously withdrew her hand and looked up at him, afraid she might have hurt him.
