She patiently dried his hair until her fingers could no longer feel any hint of dampness.
Heaven knows she never had this much patience when drying her own hair, but, fortunately, a man's hair is short and easier to dry than her long locks.
She put down the blow dryer and also took away the wet pillow, replacing it with a fresh one.
"Lie flat."
As these words dropped, both of them froze.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, and after a while, he said, "My injury is on the side of my waist. Are you sure there's a big difference between lying flat and lying on my back?"
"Then lie on your side."
The man hummed in acknowledgment and obediently turned to his side, exposing the injured side.
Chi Huan sat down beside the bed, opened the medicine box, squeezed out some ointment on her fingers, and spread it evenly over the side of his waist.
The ointment was a milky white color, cool and refreshing, and the woman's fingers were also cool and soft.
