"Xiaoxun, bear with it. It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't." Shang Qing's cheek was only a fist's distance away from Ji Xun, her breath gently brushing against his face. It was a reassuring, soothing whisper that made him all the more stirred and happy.
Grandma Kang stopped in her tracks outside the door.
At that moment, Shang Qing was cupping Ji Xun's chin, her fingers gently applying ointment to the inside of his mouth. The look Ji Xun gave Shang Qing was so devoted yet humble. But Shang Qing's focus was entirely on the wound inside his mouth.
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