She cradled his hand, carefully unwrapping the gauze.
She was afraid of hurting him, so her movements were very gentle. Her fingertips accidentally brushed across his palm, soft and tingling with a ticklish itch.
Sheng Xian stiffened, even his breathing ceased for a moment.
Lu Jingyan didn't notice his reaction, discarded the unwrapped gauze, pulled out the stopper from a glass bottle containing iodine, and soaked a cotton swab, "Bear with it for a moment, it might sting a bit."
Sheng Xian hummed in acknowledgment, resuming his carefully held breath.
Despite her usually cold and imposing demeanor, her fingers felt as soft and boneless.
He watched her fingers move in a shaky manner as she applied medicine to him, his breath growing somewhat erratic.
After a few seconds, he turned his head away, looking out the window.