Ji Bai's movements were very light, as if a dragonfly dipped water, he put a band-aid on the wound on the side of his brow.
Xie Sui could even feel the little girl's gentle breathing, like a cool summer breeze, patted his face.
At the moment she pulled her hand away, Xie Sui suddenly squeezed her wrist forcefully.
Jibai was shocked, she felt the heat from the boy's palm, and she instinctively broke free.
And Xie Sui dragged her hand, letting her finger press the surface of the band-aid little by little.
"Closer."
He seemed to know that he scared him, so he explained.
Through the band-aid, she even touched his protruding brow bone, which was warm and hard.
Jibai withdrew his hand, and even brought his body back.
Xie Sui straightened his body and smiled lightly, "Thanks."
"It's okay." Jibai pursed his lips, and exhorted: "Don't fight with anyone in the future."
"It's not fighting." Xie Sui explained: "It's boxing."
"That's also a fight."
