He read my mind and chuckled again. "I told you, this doesn't hurt at all, and my mind is too occupied with other things anyway."
I glared at him. "Do you know how much you're still bleeding? How can you …"
"It looks worse than it feels. Just finish it off soon, Qing-er. I'm starting to sweat thinking about how intently you're staring at me. If you drag this on, the wound would get infected before you manage to put the healing paste on it."
He was right, I thought helplessly. Hard as it might be, this had to be done, and the quicker the better … especially if he was really sweating. I gritted my teeth. Keeping my hands as steady as I could, I rubbed a tip of the makeshift towel against the cut over his shoulder blade, wiping off the debris and rinsing it with more water.
