Xu Huan dared not struggle further, simply letting him draw her hand toward him. Her fingertips were slightly red, and a small blister had already formed where she had been burned.
Pei Cheng’s brow furrowed deeper, a flicker of heartache crossing his eyes. He opened the burn ointment, dipped a cotton swab in it, and applied it to her wound with gentle precision. The ointment was cooling, soothing the stinging pain, but every time his fingertips accidentally brushed against her skin, she tensed up entirely.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, a trace of imperceptible tenderness in his tone.
Chapter 26