"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."
"Thank you." Luo Xiaoqian pushed his porridge bowl towards him, "You should eat too."
Noticing the red marks on her neck, he raised an eyebrow and reached out to move her hair aside, revealing a large patch of red rash by her ear.
"You..." Luo Xiaoqian felt his touch and froze.
"Don’t move." He held her neck and carefully moved the cotton swab.
He was very close to her, one hand still by her ear, focusing on applying the ointment, the gentle touch of his breath brushing past her hair.
Her face instantly flushed, the redness from the allergy deepening, almost as if blood could drip from her cheeks.
As Leng Zimo continued applying the ointment, an elusive image flashed through his mind.

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