Inside the bamboo house.
Su Jin finished applying ice to Xie Jingchen, wiped his back with a cloth, and returned to the bamboo house to fetch some herbal ointment for bruises.
The translucent ointment was picked up with her fingertips and applied onto the wound, rubbed in layer by layer.
Xie Jingchen lay on the small couch, only feeling that the hand was like the willow branches by the lake, stirred by the wind, brushing over the water's surface.
Ripples spread out in waves.
After applying the ointment, Su Jin stretched and said, "Finally done."
Xie Jingchen glanced over.
"It's still early," he said.
"...."
"I applied the ointment to every bruise, not a single one missed," Su Jin said.
Xie Jingchen sat up, revealing a robust chest, solid and firm, enough to make anyone's blood race.
Come to think of it, she hadn't seen his physique just once, so why did it feel so different?
