Jiuyou finished applying the last bit of medicine and sat down beside Ruan Fu.
He couldn't help but glance sideways at her. Right now, she was curled up like a baby in swaddling clothes, her head buried between her knees and her slender arms hugging herself tightly. Just then, he happened to catch sight of a bleeding scratch on her fair, tender arm.
He subconsciously leaned closer, placing a bit of herbal medicine on his fingertip to carefully apply it to the wound. But the cool sting of the herbs made Ruan Fu lift her head the moment his finger touched the cut.
Her round, brown eyes met his gaze directly. Even though they held no complex emotions, those eyes seemed veiled in a gentle mist, looking incredibly endearing and vulnerable. He panicked for a moment. Belatedly withdrawing his fingers, he couldn't help but gently rub them together, as if savoring the lingering warmth of her skin.
"You..."
