"So you're distracted now?" His voice was low and had a hint of danger in it.
Shen Liwu blinked and pretended to be innocent, “It seems…it still hurts a little.”
He hummed softly, then suddenly stood up, placed his arms on both sides of her body, and trapped her between the sofa and himself. His face was close to hers, his breath hot and rapid on her cheek.
"If you keep making trouble, I'll find another way to distract you." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of irresistible power.
Shen Liwu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her cheeks instantly turned red.
Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her eyes were flickering with a mixture of anxiety and desire.
Zhou Yanjing lowered his head, his nose almost touching her cheek, and his hot breath sprayed on her ears, stirring up a tingling electric current.
"Stop moving around." His voice was hoarse and almost broken, filled with suppressed desire.
His palm tightly clasped her wrist, and although the force was strong, she did not feel any pain, but instead a sense of security that could not be escaped.
After wiping her ankles, Zhou Yanjing went to wash his hands, then turned around and helped her wipe the scratches on her face and arms.
"Zhou Yanjing, if I were disfigured, would you still like me?"
Zhou Yanjing's movements paused slightly, and he looked up at her, with unfathomable tenderness in his eyes.
"Even if you turn into a little kitten, I will still like you." His voice was low, with a hint of teasing, but also extremely serious.
"Like" cannot explain the feeling in his heart. It should be said that it is love. He loves her. Even if she is completely changed, he will still love her very much in his heart.
Shen Liwu curled her lips and grumbled in dissatisfaction: "You are the little cat." Her voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of coquettishness, but the corners of her eyes unconsciously raised, revealing an unconcealable sweetness.
Zhou Yanjing chuckled and continued to carefully wipe the scratches on her face. His fingertips gently brushed across her skin, as if he was touching an extremely precious work of art, and he was careful with every inch, not wanting to hurt her.
"After applying the medicine, go to sleep for a while. You see, you have dark circles under your eyes." Shen Liwu reached out and gently stroked his eyebrows. When her fingertips touched the shadows under his eyes, she felt a pang of heartache.
Zhou Yanjing held her hand, gently pulled it to his lips, and kissed her fingertips.
His movements were gentle and pious, and he whispered, "Don't worry, your man won't die suddenly."
After saying that, he lifted up Shen Liwu’s sleeves and continued to wipe the scratches on his arm.
On Shen Liwu's arm, a few faint scratches looked particularly glaring on the fair skin.
Zhou Yanjing frowned slightly, dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and gently applied it on the scars. His movements were extremely gentle, as if the wounds were his own, and he was afraid that using a little more force would make her feel uncomfortable.
Shen Liwu's gaze fell on his focused profile, the sunlight slanting in from the window, outlining his angular outline.
His eyelashes were very long and drooped slightly, covering his deep eyes.
Shen Liwu suddenly felt that the man in front of her seemed more handsome than ever.
She leaned forward slightly and pressed her lips on Zhou Yanjing's forehead. She could feel Zhou Yanjing's body stiffened for a moment.
He raised his head and looked into her eyes, which were filled with tenderness. He didn't say anything, but just looked at her quietly, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance into his heart.
Shen Liwu's fingertips gently stroked his brow bone, as if he was tracing a painting.
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