Ming Shu kissed the wound on his back. “Does it hurt?”
Nan Yin felt the heat on his back and felt a little stiff. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Ming Shu poked him with her finger.
“Hiss...”
“I thought it doesn’t hurt anymore?”
”...”if you poke me, it will definitely hurt!
Nan Yin glared at Ming Shu, feeling wronged.
Ming Shu smiled and lowered her head. She kissed the wound. Nan Yin didn’t dare to say anything and held her breath.
However, Ming Shu didn’t do anything else. The cool ointment melted under her fingertips and spread evenly.
Finally, it was the wound on her arm.
“It’s done.”
Nan Yin pulled her clothes down and wrapped herself in the quilt.
Ming Shu:”...”
It’s like I want to do something to you.
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Night fell.
Nan Yin tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He touched Ming Shu’s waist and carefully wrapped his arms around her.
His head was next to hers, and he could hear her shallow breathing.
