"It hurts a little." Luo Ying's lips scrunched up in a hurt expression.
Lu Zhao quickly untied the bandage and got ready to re-bandage her. His actions were delicate, as if he was handling a delicate object.
When the bloody bandage was removed, it was as if someone had a vice grip on Lu Zhao's heart.
"Hiss..." When the cotton bud dipped in alcohol touched the fresh cut, Luo Ying frowned.
"Does it hurt?" Lu Zhao nervously stopped.
Luo Ying nodded.
Lu Zhao's touch became even lighter. "I'll be gentler." He gently dabbed the medicine onto Luo Ying with the cotton swab.
Luo Ying bent her chin and studied Lu Zhao's intent face. When she remembered the afternoon, she realized that she had subconsciously put on a brave face while being administered medicine on set.
