It made her forget her fear.
Begin to weave new reasons for contact.
"It's not better yet." Shen Zhiyi shook her head. "Brother Yu Shen, please apply some more burn ointment for me."
Zhou Yushen had no suspicions and turned to get the medicine.
When he returned, Shen Zhiyi's smile froze when she saw what he was holding.
Besides burn ointment, there was also a jar of cotton swabs.
Zhou Yushen gestured for her to sit on the sofa and placed the things on the coffee table.
Twist open the ointment.
Just as she was about to take out a cotton swab, Shen Zhiyi stopped her.
"I don't want this." She pushed the cotton swab away and stretched her hand out to Zhou Yushen. "Brother Yushen, please use your hand to apply it for me."
Zhou Yushen frowned slightly as he looked at the wound on her hand.
"Use cotton swabs for hygiene."
"It's just a burn, no need to be so particular," Shen Zhiyi insisted. "Your hand is warm, the ointment will melt and take effect faster."
An impeccable reason.
Shen Zhiyi wanted to mentally give herself a thumbs-up.
Helpless, Zhou Yushen could only reach out and scoop out a little ointment, then use his fingertips to apply it little by little to the red marks.
His left hand was gripping her fingertips.
He gently rubbed his right hand across the skin of his joint.
Shen Zhiyi leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed, extending her other arm to cover her eyes.
My heart was pounding.
She felt every pore on her body was enveloped in pleasure.
He had to bite his lip hard to suppress the sigh that was about to escape his lips...
"alright."
Zhou Yushen released her hand.
"All done?" Shen Zhiyi lowered her arm, straightened up to look at him, the blush on her face still lingering.
Zhou Yushen frowned deeply.
What happened to her?
"Does it still hurt?" he asked.
Seeing that he was about to suspect something, Shen Zhiyi immediately shook her head.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Go eat quickly, or the food will get cold."
She hurriedly got up and fled to the dining table.
Zhou Yushen watched her retreating figure, his deep eyes slowly narrowing.
...
Several days passed like this.
Shen Zhiyi always finds various excuses to secretly touch him.
She discovered that whether or not she experienced a skin itch depended on how long Zhou Yushen touched her.
These brief, fleeting encounters were superficial and, while they brought her temporary comfort, left her tossing and turning, sweating, and unable to sleep at night.
She seems to be...
It requires some strong, firm, and sustained contact.
Even...
kiss.
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