Looking Good, Little Beibei

Shi Beiyu gently and carefully applied medicine on Mu Siyin. The bruise on her wrist did not hurt that much, but she flinched when his long fingers brushed against her delicate shoulders. The pain escalated as if electricity was coursing through her veins, and she stiffened her body in response.

However, it seemed like Shi Beiyu was doing it intentionally, and he kept drawing circles on her shoulders. 

Mu Siyin inhaled sharply and whispered, "Maybe I should do it myself."

Shi Beiyu narrowed his eyes. "Don't you want me to help you?"

Mu Siyin blushed uncontrollably. "Then, you… hurry up."

Joy filled Shi Beiyu's eyes when he saw how embarrassed Mu Siyin looked. "The medication needs to be spread evenly."

Mu Siyin's eyes twitched. What nonsense was that?

He was obviously taking advantage of her situation!

When Shi Beiyu was finally done with applying the medication, Mu Siyin let out a deep sigh of relief.