Qie Ranzhe remained rooted on the spot with his head lowered in self reflection. He didn't know where to begin from and so remained standing seeming remorseful. "Come here," said Wen Qinxi patting the bed beckoning him to sit down.
Like an obedient pup, Qie Ranzhe walked over and sat beside Feng Zi while summoning the courage to apologize. The moment he raised his head he said, "I a-.....fuck," he swore when his bruised lip was suddenly pressed with a wet wipe drenched in antiseptic fluid bringing about a stinging pain that had the general draw in cold air.
Wen Qinxi found this amusing and teased him, "You have been shot before but for a small wound like that you turn into a cry baby," his eyes obsessively fixated on those rosy lips he hadn't tasted in what seemed like a decade. Unbeknownst to himself, Wen Qinxi actually caressed Qie Ranzhe's lower lip without thinking. If it weren't for Qie Ranzhe saying something he might have jumped this man.
