Stealing a Kiss

As if Jocelyn heard his promise, her tightly furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed, and the expression on her face slowly went from painful to calm.

Aren carefully zipped up Jocelyn's dress again. Looking at her sleeping, red, and swollen face, Aren got up and walked out. He found the nurse on duty and asked for a bottle of ointment to reduce swelling.

After the cream-colored ointment was warmed up by his fingers, it had a slightly transparent color. Aren gently rubbed his finger on Jocelyn's face.

When her hot face came into contact with the cold ointment, a smile slowly appeared on Jocelyn's face.

Looking at her curved lips and angel-like appearance, Aren bent down unconsciously.

The distance between the two of them kept shrinking.

Aren held up Jocelyn's face. Their noses touched, and their breaths intertwined. He could clearly smell the herbal fragrance of the ointment and the sweet scent of Jocelyn.