Shen Jue narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing that such an injury must be painful. She bent down, gently blowing air over the wound on his hand. The cool breeze seemed to alleviate some of the burning sensation, and Mo Beichen closed his eyes, his body gradually relaxing.
While blowing air, Shen Jue disinfected the wound. After bandaging it, she was exhausted and sweating profusely. When she raised her head, she found that Mo Beichen had fallen asleep on the sofa.
She was stunned.
Under the light, Mo Beichen slept deeply. His curled and long eyelashes cast a faint arc beneath his eyelids. His features were distinct; with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose bridge, and perfect and sharp lines from his jaw to his neck.
At this moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed, making the slightly bloodless lips appear particularly attractive.
