Bo Yunshen sharply sucked in a breath of cold air.
His brows twitched uncontrollably as he suppressed the nearly irrepressible cry of pain.
"It's going to hurt a bit, just bear with it."
Bo Yunshen let out a cold snort.
Did he need Qin Yan to state the obvious?
"Cut the nonsense."
Qin Yan fell silent. The pain in Bo Yunshen's back was overwhelming, completely occupying his senses—a burning sensation pricking his skin, forcing beads of cold sweat to surface on his forehead.
The pain was intense, a kind of agony that couldn't be ignored.
Bo Yunshen shut his eyes tightly.
A small, warm hand pressed against his forehead, gently wiping the sweat away.
Bo Yunshen opened his lashes and was met with the clear black-and-white gaze of Qin Yinyin's big, innocent eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Cautiously, Qin Yinyin continued wiping his sweat. "Daddy, thank goodness your face wasn't injured. Otherwise, you'd be ugly on the outside too."
Bo Yunshen was momentarily choked.