"I've already told you I'm fine!" Standing up, Song Tianmo took off his shirt, willingly exposing his wound, "See, it really is nothing."
Ling Fei glanced at his injury.
The gauze was wrapped around a spot a bit towards the middle of his left forearm.
Several layers of white gauze emitted a faint medicinal scent mixed with a refreshing fragrance, somewhat like mint, not unpleasant, even seemingly revitalizing.
The wound was covered with gauze and was invisible; luckily, there were no traces of blood on the white gauze, indicating that the wound might have already closed up.
The forceful embrace he had given her while carrying her upstairs must not have reopened his wound then.
Ling Fei lay lazily on the bed.
One hand propped up her chin while the other slightly lifted and touched his wounded arm.
Her actions were very gentle, but a strange glimmer flickered in her eyes as she gently stroked back and forth over the gauze.