His movements were light and gentle, his technique unpracticed, but he was very careful.
And the process was an immense torture for both of them!
By the time he finally finished applying the medicine, both their breaths were in disarray. Gu Chenxiao took a piece of paper to wipe the residual ointment off his fingers, then looked down to see Song Yan biting her lip with her face flushed red in embarrassment; he felt a stir in his heart and leaned in, his hands propped on either side of her.
The warm breath hit her face straight on, and Song Yan looked at him with affectionate eyes, hearing him say, "Miss Song, you look quite uncomfortable. Do you need my help?"
Her body was really too sensitive.
Just applying medicine had become a disaster...
"No need," Song Yan turned her head away, her attitude stubborn.
She was an adult, she could control her own physical needs!
"Oh? Really?" Gu Chenxiao's lips curved upwards, and he withdrew his hands.