His fingertips, calloused, pressed down on her hand with an undeniable force.

The area touched by the palm.

Even through the fabric, the scalding heat was undeniable.

Shen Zhiyi felt like she was on fire.

But I'm more concerned about his wounds.

"Let me see your injury..." She leaned against him, clinging to the last shred of reason, and said softly, "It's time to change the dressing..."

"obedient……"

"Stop torturing yourself, you're making me worry."

"Once you're healed, I'll play along with whatever you want..."

Jiang Jinwang closed his eyes, suppressing the surging darkness in them.

To prevent her from being afraid.

He can endure it.

He let go of her, and like an obedient big dog, followed her to the sofa.

He spread his legs and leaned back in the chair.

She lifted the hem of her clothes.

Shen Zhiyi removed the gauze, revealing her well-defined abdominal muscles and the wound that was about to heal.

Jiang Jin watched her apply the medicine.

He took in her distressed expression.

Amidst the sweetness, something suddenly occurred to him, and his expression darkened.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Zhiyi thought he had some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder, and stopped moving nervously.

Jiang Jinwang looked up, gazing at her intently, "The abs you liked aren't perfect anymore."

"It might leave a scar later."

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

A gentle smile bloomed on her lips. "How could that be?"

She bent down and kissed the intact skin near the wound. "Scars are sexier."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something pressing against her chin.

Shen Zhiyi's face was burning.

Shocked, she looked up and met Jiang Jin's deep yet innocent gaze.

"Xiao Yi."

"Don't kiss randomly."

He pinched her chin, pressed his thumb against her lips, and rubbed them, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'm not as tolerant as you think."