His hands were rough, yet their warmth felt comforting, the feathery touch caused the girl to tense and inhale sharply. An odd sensation sprung from the depths of her heart.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Su Chaoyang noticed her flinch and immediately withdrew his hand.
Mu Xiangwan shook her head without speaking.
The sensation she just felt was not pain, it was a bit itchy – different from the itch at the wound site.
Her breathing was involuntarily irregular and she froze, not moving a muscle.
With a gentle touch, Su Chaoyang carefully pulled down her clothes further, the sight of red beads of blood welling up on her delicate, fair skin had him furrowing his brows. "I'll have the nurse clean this up later. The scab has to come off to heal properly; otherwise, it will hurt every time it rubs against your clothes."
Mu Xiangwan bit her lip and hummed in acknowledgment.
"Don't scratch if it itches, you don't want scars, do you?"
