Temperature of The Lips

Xi Xiaye drank two bowls of soup and still did not find anything odd. Just as she was about to voice her doubts out, the man opposite her already started devouring his dinner…

After dinner, Mu Yuchen did the dishes. Xi Xiaye was done bathing after he was finished and she went upstairs. She also applied some medicine on her wound.

"Did you hurt your wound?"

As Xi Xiaye was sitting on the soft sofa, watching TV in the living room, she turned around as she heard Mu Yuchen speaking to her. He wore a dark blue sleeping robe and was walking out of the bedroom as he was tying the sash.

"Hmm?"

Xi Xiaye did not react in time and stared at him in shock. He stopped behind her with a frown on his face as he studied her left shoulder with his sharp eyes.

"I saw the disposed bandage in the bathroom trash bin," he explained.

"Oh, I accidentally hurt it a little, but the wound did not open up. It just stings a little."