Can't Bathe Alone

In school.

In the infirmary, although she had promised Xiang Huai not to have any intimate physical contact with Ji Silin, this was a special occasion.

Moreover, she was a patient and he was a doctor, so Xue Xi sat there obediently.

Not wanting her to have a hard time raising her hand, Ji Silin half-knelt on the ground the entire time and helped her clean her wound bit by bit. He had his glasses on, and although his movements were so gentle that she almost couldn't feel his touch, the anti-inflammatory medicine still hurt when it touched her wound.

Xue Xi knew that Ji Silin was also nervous, so she held back her words. Even someone like her, who did not sweat much during military training, was sweating at this moment.

Fortunately, the anesthesia helped ease the pain.

An hour later, the wounds on her hand were treated. There were twelve and three stitches on each finger.