"Does it hurt?" Yang Ning asked, her hands trembling slightly as she delicately applied the ointment to his scar. She gently blew on the wound in an attempt to alleviate any sting, causing Zheng Liang to stiffen and catch his breath.
The wound has been healed, leaving behind only a dry scar that no longer causes any pain or discomfort to him. Yet, as she applied the medicine, she remained cautious, as though still fearful of causing him pain.
Though she was trying to ease his pain, she seemed unaware that her tenderness was challenging his self-control. He had spent the past three weeks without her, yearning for her touch and the intimacy that had been interrupted during their last encounter.
A shiver ran down his spine as she blew on his wound and softly traced the area around it. The wound had healed already and didn't ache anymore, but her touch provoked a different kind of discomfort within him.
