Aidan Lucas nodded slightly, "Then bear with it; I'll be as gentle as I can."
After speaking, he gently unfolded her palm, first using a cotton ball and tweezers to clean out the fragments embedded in her flesh.
Next, he began to use alcohol to disinfect the wound.
Lily watched him with his eyes lowered, his expression serious, and she felt somewhat dazed for a moment.
This Aidan Lucas, with concentration and earnestness in his eyes, was as if she was still his beloved treasure.
"Hiss—"
A sudden stinging pain from the alcohol entering the wound on her right palm made Lily involuntarily let out a soft cry.
How embarrassing.
She had clearly stated she wasn't afraid of pain.
"Does it hurt?" The man's soothing magnetic voice arose, carrying with it a concern capable of unsettling her heart.
"No - I just couldn't hold back for a moment," she said, biting her lower lip, unwilling to show weakness in front of him.
