"It's okay, just a bit itchy." As he spoke, Lu Yujin reached out to scratch, but was promptly smacked by Tang Wanwan's small hand.
"Brother Lu, you mustn't scratch it."
"Then what should I do about the itching?"
"Just like this, gently press it a few times." Tang Wanwan gently pressed on Lu Yujin's wound with a bit of rhythm, and sure enough, his furrowed brow relaxed quite a bit.
Tang Wanwan released her hand, and he said it itched again. Tang Wanwan could only help him for a little while longer. After a while, Lu Yujin worried her hand would get sore and finally let her go. "A bit of itching means the wound is healing. You must endure it, okay? If it itches, use the method I told you."
"Alright, put your clothes back on."
"My hands don't work, you dress me."
"You're such a child, aren't you embarrassed?"
"I don't care, you took my clothes off." The two of them continued bantering back and forth, and those listening outside felt like they had fallen into a vat of honey.
