"Even if it's just to save you..." Su Junhao hadn't finished speaking when Jian Yanyan picked up a towel and began wiping him down.
Her hands were gentle, meticulously wiping every inch of his skin.
Su Junhao felt as if he was on fire, his whole body stiffening up.
She had never been this tender with him before.
Jian Yanyan continued wiping the water off him while watching him, her hand sliding slowly down his back, prompting him to let out a soft "hiss."
Upon closer inspection, she discovered a long scar on his back. Although not deep, it stretched from his left shoulder to his lower back.
Her hand paused slightly. She set the towel aside and, with her cool fingertips, gently caressed the scar, causing Su Junhao to feel a sharp pain once more.
But this time, the pain was less noticeable because Jian Yanyan's touch sent tingling sensations through him.
"I'm sorry..." Jian Yanyan's voice was low and soft, filled with deep guilt and self-reproach.
