Am I not Xiaoxiao? (1)

Yin Shaojie gently stroked the area with his fingertip and asked worriedly, "Is this painful?"

Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to shake her head, but on second thought, she nodded honestly. "There's a bit of a prickly pain…"

Yin Shaojie frowned. He looked down seriously and quickly realized that her skin was too soft, plus he was a bit rough last night. Maybe he had been too rough

He felt a twinge of guilt. He held up her little hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'll help you apply it."

"No need… I can apply it myself." Hearing that he wanted to apply the medicine, Mu Xiaoxiao tried to get up.

"No getting up." Yin Shaojie said bossily as he pressed her down, preventing her from getting up.