It smells delightful.
Mo Qishen looked around, quickly spotting a magnolia tree outside the window bedecked with countless blossoms. The lovely scent was drifting in from there.
Soon, Ni Yang brought over iodine and swabs.
Just as Mo Qishen was about to stand up from the chair, Ni Yang seemed to anticipate his action and chuckled, "You can stay seated. I'll handle the rest."
"Alright." Mo Qishen felt an inexplicable warmth in his ears and nodded.
Ni Yang knelt and unfastened his metal button, her actions gentle as she applied iodine to the heavy bite marks.
Mo Qishen stiffened, not daring to move. He could clearly feel the warmth of her breath coating his chest.
It was a strange feeling.
Ticklish.