Li Zhiqian, a man about to turn forty, was still being coddled like a four-year-old child, and he didn't find it awkward. Instead, he felt a sweet warmth in his heart.
He raised his hand to gently stroke his chin and said softly, "It doesn't hurt, really."
Gu Yun looked up to meet his gaze and couldn't help but peck at his thin lips. He was so clever, how could he not know where the injury on Li Zhiqian's face came from?
Just thinking about the fact that the person who hurt him was Chief Li and the reason was because of him, Gu Yun felt not only heartache but also great anxiety.
He gently swabbed Li Zhiqian's wounds with a cotton swab, then applied ointment. Li Zhiqian's skin was truly remarkable, so close that he couldn't see any pores, and there were no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
