Leng Youchen lowered his eyes and looked at her, her pearly teeth biting into her lower lip, almost sinking into the flesh. He frowned, displeased with her self-abuse, and reached out to place a finger on her lip, gently rescuing it from her teeth.
"Don't bite yourself."
Wei Anning glanced at him and then lowered her head to carefully treat his wound. The iodine solution was milder than disinfectant. She used a spray on his finger, not daring to touch the wound with a cotton swab, fearing she might hurt him.
Her attention was all on his injured finger, but the man's touch on her lips seemed addictive. He pressed, rubbed, and pinched gently, the actions growing increasingly intimate and passionate.
Wei Anning's attention gradually shifted to the finger that was wreaking havoc on her lips. She looked up and met the man's deep, dark eyes, openly revealing his desire to be close to her.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned away, avoiding his presumptuous fingers.
