Probably afraid that the medicated plaster would not stick properly, Nan Zhe even pressed the edge of the plaster carefully a few times.
Every time he pressed it, a numbing electric current would surge up her spine, causing her heart to skip a beat.
This feeling was very strange yet familiar.
It was just like that year on the field. When their hands accidentally touched each other, their hearts skipped a few seconds.
She could not help but gasp.
His hand suddenly stopped behind her. "Does it hurt?"
"…A little."
She stammered, her voice muffled in the pillow.
Nan Zhe softened his grip and quickly pasted a second one on her. "Remember to avoid getting it wet when you shower at night."
"Okay."
"See if this works tonight. If it still hurts badly, I'll bring you to Jiang City to see the Chinese medicine physician tomorrow."
She opened her mouth, wanting to refuse, but agreed in the end.
