Little Yichen swiftly slipped into the study and then locked the door behind him. His heart ached at the sight of Youyou's swollen cheek. "Well… your face is swollen, so…"
The elder one took his hand and pushed him into his seat before meticulously wiping at his cheek using the cold, wet towel.
His gaze was fixated on his face. The strength of his hand was very light, as if afraid of accidentally hurting him.
Surprise was written all over Youyou's face.
When he saw his older brother's face up close, he noted how he was concentratedly making sure to control his wrist strength, seemingly afraid of bringing him any pain.
Little Yichen puckered his lips and blew on the swollen cheek and then lightly asked, "Your face has swelled; does it hurt?"
"Nope." The younger boy pursed his rosy lips stubbornly, yet he yelped in pain once his brother's hand pressed a little harder on his cheek.
"You said it doesn't hurt!"
