Qiao Yue's fingers were dipped in antiseptic cream as she applied it to Qiao Jing's wounds. Her hands weren't as delicate as most girls'. Qiao Jing could feel the rough calluses and slightly lower body temperature and his heart beat very fast.
Qiao Yue stood behind him, treating his wounds gently and he could feel her warm breath.
Qiao Jing always felt that he had good self-control, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little restless.
"Does it hurt?" Qiao Yue asked.
"It's alright." Qiao Jing said.
The air quieted down just like that, leaving only the light sound of fingers rubbing against skin.
Qiao Yue felt her own face turn red.
She was so concerned just now that she had completely forgotten about the safe distance between men and women.
She tried not to look at parts of his body she shouldn't as she applied antiseptic cream on his wounds.
