Shang Qing’s gaze remained fixed on Ji Xun’s face. Watching his tightly closed eyes and the slight tremor of his eyelashes, a wave of tenderness welled up in her heart.
She used a damp towel to carefully wipe the sweat from his cheeks and neck. Her movements were gentle and slow, for fear of causing him any pain. It was as if she were tending to a piece of fragile porcelain, her touch filled with care and concern. When she lifted his body to change him out of his sweat-soaked clothes, her fingers brushed against his chest. At that instant, she felt a burning heat radiating from him, which made her heart tighten in alarm. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to remain calm and continued to wipe his chest and underarms with the damp towel. Every stroke was meticulous and soft, driven by the hope of easing his suffering.
Ji Xun squinted slightly, his long lashes fluttering as his eyelids twitched, and a faint, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Shang Qing’s touch was delicate, the warm, damp towel feeling like a feather brushing against his skin, helping his exhaustion and tension to slowly dissipate. Seeing that his features were no longer so strained, she kissed his forehead.
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