Lin Xu's movements as she applied the medicine were gentle, asking him with unease whether it hurt or not.
"It doesn't hurt," Ji Tingyang said, while his brows knotted as if he were enduring the pain.
Seeing this, Lin Xu felt even more distressed, "Speak up if it hurts. Don't bear it silently."
Ji Tingyang pursed his lips, suppressing the urge to smile, and shifted closer to her.
At that moment, a hand reached over, snatched the ointment from Lin Xu, and squeezed a large dollop, roughly smearing it on Ji Tingyang's face.
"Since it doesn't hurt, there's no need to be so gentle," Ji Zeqiu deliberately pressed hard on the bruise on his face, "There, now the medicine is properly applied."
Ji Tingyang clenched his teeth and let out a muffled grunt, glaring fiercely at Ji Zeqiu.
"What are you looking at me for, to thank me?" Ji Zeqiu twisted his meaning, his eyebrows raised in smugness, "No need for thanks, it was a trifle."
