He cleaned and reapplied the medication on my forehead wound, then flipped me around face down onto the bed and carefully kneaded the anti-inflammatory ointment into the bruisres on my back.
Though his touch was as gentle as could be, the bruises still hurt like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t suppress the urge and moaned in pain from time to time as his hands mercilessly pressed and rolled over the bruises on my back, and before long I could hear Gu Yuu banging against the wall between our rooms in protest.
I was suffering in pain here, what did she think we were doing anyway!?
After a while, after I got used to the pain, it actually felt very comfortable. His slow and rhythmic touch lulled my senses closer and closer into my slumber.
When I was really about to fall asleep, Sang Qi’s voice floated and glided over my consciousness, “You know you’re terrible at keeping secrets right? I could already guess what really happened to you.”
That brought me back right into the land of wakefulness, “Please, don’t guess, haven’t anyone told you before that it’s wise to pretend that you aren’t?”