Jun suddenly grabbed the man's hand after realizing how his heart was pounding, and the owner of the hand confusedly looked at him.
"What?"
That was a lazy question that left Zhang Hei's lips after his movements were suddenly stopped by the young man, and there was even a hint of impatience in his tone.
"I can treat my wounds myself," answered Jun.
His answer apparently didn't satisfy Zhang Hei, and he easily withdrew his hand from Jun's grasp before replying, "It's a form of compensation after my kitten hurt you. Just keep quiet until I'm done."
Once again, Zhang Hei treated the wounded area on Jun's chest, and Jun only looked tenser because of the man's stubbornness. It wasn't even Zhang Hei's fingers that directly touched his skin, only a cotton swab coated with alcohol was in contact with his skin. However, he could feel his heartbeat getting wilder at this moment.
