Qin Jingchen burst into laughter and then into a loss of control, his arms wrapping around her, drawing her slowly into a controlled situation, from awkwardness to familiarity.
As a result, by the time Jiang Zhe came back to her senses and calmed her emotions, she noticed that Qin Jingchen's wound had reopened.
"I'll go get the first-aid kit," Jiang Zhe said as she got up, slipping on a bathrobe.
Passing by the mirror, she noticed the mottled red marks on her neck and yanked the bathrobe up angrily.
Qin Jingchen's lips were tender, his eyes deep as he extended an arm, allowing her to tend to him.
Suddenly, Jiang Zhe said in a low voice, "Let's not do that next time."
"Hmm?" Qin Jingchen didn't understand at first.
"I mean next time, don't let me be in control. It's too exhausting," Jiang Zhe said, before turning around with the first-aid kit and leaving.
Qin Jingchen smiled wistfully, then called out loudly in response, "Alright. Next time I'll do it."
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