Finally, someone broke the silence.
Lailin, holding a tube of ointment, strode over to Ji Xun’s bed with his long legs.
Ji Xun, who had been reading, looked up to see Lailin standing before him, looking somewhat awkward. A hand reached out toward him—it was Lailin’s. It was an attractive hand, the kind of masculine hand that others would envy, looking strong and capable. Ji Xun glanced down at his own hand, which was pale, more delicate, and possessed a glowing, porcelain-like quality. *Hmm,* he thought, *Sister said my hands are better looking than mine. Sister likes my hands. That means my hands are better looking than his!*
Chapter 108