"I can do it myself."
Luo Xiaoqian reached out her left hand, wanting to take the ointment from his hand, but Leng Zimo's hand reached over, holding her wrist while he carefully applied the ointment with a cotton swab to the rash caused by her allergy.
The ointment was cool on her skin, but his palm was just as warm as she remembered, gently holding her wrist, steady but with extreme care, as if afraid of hurting her.
Feeling the cotton swab lightly glide over her skin, she felt goosebumps all over, her heart instinctively speeding up.
Not daring to look at him, she grabbed the porridge bowl and began eating to distract herself.
Having finished with her left hand, Leng Zimo got up and moved to sit on her right side.
"Right hand."
She obediently put down the spoon and extended her right hand.
After applying the ointment, Leng Zimo threw away the cotton swab, "Don't take a bath tonight, apply it again tomorrow morning after you shower."
