Li Beinian quickly drew her shirt down to cover herself again and hissed a warning at the man. "No!"
Mu Xichen laughed lightly and leaned over to kiss her. Then, he said, "Okay, fine. Let me have a look at your injury."
She glared at him for a moment, then slowly removed her shirt.
He took a serious look at her shoulder.
There was a bruise. The twinkle in his eyes vanished as anger subtly took over.
He applied the medicine on her lightly and meticulously, rubbing it in with just the right pressure. However, it caused Li Beinian to draw in a sharp breath and wince. "Ouch. Painful."
Mu Xichen lightened the pressure he was exerting. He poured more ointment and rubbed it into her injury.
By the time he was done, Li Beinian's arm was numb with pain. Throwing a small tantrum, she placed her hand in his palm and demanded, "My hand's feeling sore."
The man smiled and started to massage her hand with a slow pinching motion.
