"The forehead doesn’t feel hot, but the face does." Wen Xiao’ai, after touching the forehead, moved her hand to Jun Moyan’s face. The warmth was concerning: "Are you sick? Why are you sweating and feeling so hot?"
"No, it’s just a bit warm." Jun Moyan’s expression was sowhat unnatural.
"Really? The weather has cooled down these past few days."
"...Just help change the bandage first." Jun Moyan took away the small hand that was wandering on his face.
"Oh." Wen Xiao’ai imdiately walked behind Jun Moyan. She initially intended to use a small spell to remove his bandage directly, but thinking about how Jun Moyan got injured, she decided to help him remove the bandage personally.
Wen Xiao’ai took a pair of scissors and carefully cut open the bandage, unraveling it loop by loop.
During this ti, Jun Moyan hurriedly suppressed the restless emotions in his heart.
The bandage was slowly removed, revealing the wound.
Wen Xiao’ai held the bandage stained with specks of blood, looking at the ugly and frightening wound on his back.
The drunkard’s dicine worked well; in just two days, a scab had already ford. But the wound was so deep that any careless movents might cause it to ooze blood.
Wen Xiao’ai reached out and touched his back, looking at the wound, her nose couldn’t help but tingle, and her eyes reddened.
"...Does it hurt?" Wen Xiao’ai asked in a hoarse voice, then swiftly added, "You need to tell the truth."
Jun Moyan, who was about to say it didn’t hurt, heard Wen Xiao’ai’s latter words and replied honestly, "It does."
"It’s okay, it’ll be better in a few days. I’m a man, I’m not that afraid of pain."
Jun Moyan smiled and comforted.
He felt Wen Xiao’ai’s breath suddenly approach. The next mont, sothing warm and soft was pressed against the skin beside his wound. This strange yet sowhat familiar sensation made Jun Moyan freeze. His pupils suddenly shrank, his brows knitted, and he hurriedly spoke, "...Xiaoguai."
He instinctively turned his head, wanting to see Wen Xiao’ai behind him.
"A kiss makes it not hurt."
Wen Xiao’ai’s voice, with a hint of a sob, sounded soft and tender.
Jun Moyan exhaled slightly, said nothing, but couldn’t help smiling.
Hmm, it indeed doesn’t hurt anymore.
Wen Xiao’ai placed the removed bandage aside and began applying dicine to Jun Moyan.
At this mont, she was more focused than ever, not daring to be distracted, afraid of accidentally causing him pain.
She blew gently on his wound from ti to ti, feeling that it wouldn’t hurt so much that way.
"All done. I told you I could change it, didn’t I? Impressive, right?" Finally having finished reapplying the dicine and changing the bandage, Wen Xiao’ai felt much better.
"Impressive." Jun Moyan smiled, looking at Wen Xiao’ai’s reddened eyes due to her concern for him and thought that with soone like her by his side, even if it ant losing his life, it would be willingly.
Wen Xiao’ai sat in Jun Moyan’s arms, looking at him and said, "In the future, if sothing like this happens, don’t block it for . I have a long life, I won’t die so easily. If sothing were to happen to you, who would take care of then?"
Jun Moyan placed his hands on Wen Xiao’ai’s neck, his slender fingers weaving into her long hair, his thumb gently stroking the corner of her eye, looking into her eyes and saying, "No matter how big an injury my body suffers, I can bear it. But my heart can’t bear even the slightest wound. Protecting you is also protecting myself."
"...Am I more important than yourself?" Tears welled up in Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes.
"You’re more important than anything." Jun Moyan’s eyes glead with a determined light.
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