Although Chuzheng said it wasn't serious, she still fetched some medicine to apply to him.
As the cotton swab soaked in medicinal wine touched his skin, Xi Jing recoiled slightly.
Chuzheng pulled him back: "Bear with it, this little pain can't be that painful."
Xi Jing didn't dare move, his face a bit pale.
Chuzheng applied the medicine in a few strokes: "All done. Be more careful next time."
Xi Jing mumbled a sound of agreement, and when Chuzheng brought the table over, Xi Jing instinctively got down to help, only for Chuzheng to hold him down.
"Don't move."
Xi Jing blinked: "I'm fine..."
"Stay still." Otherwise, you'll bump and bruise yourself again and who's going to deal with the hassle? Can't you just let me relax?!"
Xi Jing: "..."
Xi Jing obediently sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes unblinking as he watched Chuzheng.
Chuzheng set out the breakfast she brought: "Take whatever you like, if you don't like it, tell me, I won't buy it next time."
