Lin Xian lifted his head to see the snowy white skin, then lowered his gaze to her slender waist that seemed too delicate to grasp, his throat struggling to swallow.
Without saying a word, he took the disinfectant from her hand, and, following her instructions, disinfected the wound.
Shen Chuwei furrowed her brow, sometimes letting out a groan when it hurt.
Lin Xian, upon hearing her groans, paused his movements, worried that he had been too rough and caused her pain, and he softened his touch once again.
Disinfection was a major task, simpler than the latter step of applying medication.
Lin Xian picked up the gauze to wrap her wound, and as he circled it around her, he felt as though he was embracing her in his arms.
They were so close that he could smell her fragrance, which was just like the scent of peach blossoms.