Jiang Jinyan was stunned and subconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes half lidded.
Shi Nian held his hands and appealed softly. "Can I? Well, if you're unwilling, I will not force—"
"No." He lifted his head, a determined light flashed within them. "You can." Shi Nian could even feel the slight tremble on his fingertips and the knowledge caused her heart to squeeze painfully. "If you want to, you can…"
"Thank you, Jinyan." Shi Nian hugged him tightly, feeling his thunderous heartbeat echoed in her ear. "Stay here. I will grab the medicine kit, okay?"
The man gave a soft hum.
When Shi Nian returned with a medicine kit in her hand, he still stayed in the same position. Even the creases in his shirt didn't change. Shi Nian sat on the carpet under him and reached for the bottom hem of his pants. Pausing, she asked once again. "Is it really okay?"
