Her tone was so urgent that she almost swore to the sky.

Xu Yanfeng nodded calmly: "Well, you didn't see it."

Xia Xi was about to cry: "You don't believe me."

"I believe it."

"You say you believe it, but you don't believe it in your heart."

"So what do you want from me?"

“…”

Xia Xi lowered her head, continuing to play the ostrich, only now she was buried in his arms, now buried in the pillow. She breathed in the clean, showered scent of his body, a woody fragrance she could smell normally, but not as strong as this. She felt as if she had stepped into a jungle after the rain, her body also covered in the damp, woody aroma.

Xu Yanfeng let her bury herself in silence, enjoying the quiet and warmth of the moment.

"Haven't you applied the medicine yet?" Xia Xi said in a muffled voice in his arms.

Xu Yanfeng responded casually. She stood up by holding the edge of the sofa, walked out with his slippers clacking on, found the external ointment from her bag, went back to the bedroom, and handed it to Xu Yanfeng.

"Do you need my help?"

"I can do it myself."

Xu Yanfeng unscrewed the cap of the ointment and sealed it with silver tinfoil. He turned the cap upside down, pierced the seal with the pointed end, squeezed out a little, put some on his fingertips, and applied it to his neck based on his feeling.

Xia Xi stared at him. He tilted his long neck, his head slightly to one side, his cold, pale skin blossoming with red flowers. His sharp, protruding Adam's apple occasionally rolled as he swallowed. His bamboo-like fingers caressed his neck, applying the ointment. Because he hadn't looked in the mirror, his movements seemed casual and sloppy.

The simple act of applying medicine sounded like a seduction when he did it.

Even if she couldn't control herself and wanted to commit a crime, it was not her fault.

When this thought came to her mind, Xia Xi quickly shook her head. What was she thinking?

"Some places are not painted." She tried to make her voice sound more serious.

Xu Yanfeng stopped trying to be stubborn and handed the ointment in his hand to her, meaning to ask her for help.

Xia Xi was very happy to do so. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands first, then knelt on one knee on the sofa behind him, pulled the back of his collar down an inch, dipped her fingers in the white ointment, and smeared it on the rash area in swirling motions.

Although he also applied the medicine with his hands, the feeling was completely different. Xu Yanfeng felt an electric current running up his spine, and he felt numb from head to toe. The hand that was supporting his body clenched unconsciously, making the leather sofa creak with a suggestive sound.

Xia Xi walked around to the front, bent her legs and knelt down. She carefully applied a layer of ointment on the areas he had missed before. She pouting her lips blew on it for him.

,

The pleasant, clear, woody scent was gradually replaced by the smell of medicine. She raised her eyelashes and looked into his dark pupils. "Is it still itchy? Is it getting better?"

His skin felt cool, much better than before. However, Xu Yanfeng felt a surge of heat rising from deep within his body, as if someone had thrown a fire into him, burning his throat and making it dry.

Xia Xi also felt hot when she was stared at by his deep gaze, but she was bolder than him and did whatever she thought. She grabbed his shoulders with one hand, used the force to straighten her upper body, and kissed him on the mouth.