He Disagreed
Editor: Atlas Studios
Xia Ruoxin moved her finger. The itchiness made her instinctively want to scratch, but the resistance on her fingers made her open her eyes.
She sighed as she tried to bear with the feelings of discomfort.
"You're awake." Chu Lui arranged her hair. "Don't move. I'll apply the medication for you. Once it's done, it'll feel better." As he spoke, he walked out. When he returned, he had a tray in his hands.
He set it on his lap and dabbed a bit of the ointment with a cotton bud. He then applied it on Xia Ruoxin's fingers. There was a minty and refreshing sensation when the ointment hit her skin, and it relieved some of the itchiness.
Xia Ruoxin looked down at the man who was carefully applying the ointment to her hands. Her hand was beginning to smell a little from the decay, but he never complained about it. He even insisted on applying the ointment to her personally because he was afraid that the others would be clumsy.