Though his fingers were cold, his actions were gentle.
He massaged the ointment and spread it around her bruise.
The fragrance of the ointment wafted slowly in the air. Shen Fanxing held onto the bedsheets tightly beneath her. She didn't dare to lift her head.
"Why did you stop? Weren't you good at chiding me just now? Huh?"
She could feel the warmth of his breath near her ear and the sound of his low and husky voice in close proximity.
Shen Fanxing tried to move her body away, only to have her waist grabbed by a large hand.
"Don't move."
The warmth of his palm made Shen Fanxing tense up. Just as her body stiffened, Bo Jinchuan's voice sounded behind her again.
"Wait till the ointment has dried up before you get up."
Shen Fanxing didn't continue to move. Not long after, a muffled voice sounded.
"Sorry, I… misunderstood you just now."
A light and low chuckle sounded and Bo Jinchuan straightened his body.
