CH 13.1

After everyone left, the man squatted in front of Wang Jin and checked the wounds on his body again. The medicine paste was rubbed off a lot along the way, revealing the bruises inside.

There were some bruises and flesh wounds, the old wounds were not healed and new wounds were added. No matter how many times he saw it, the man always felt distressed. He asked in a warm voice, "Does it still hurt?"

Wang Jin was stunned , he followed the man's gaze to look at the wounds on his body.

In fact, ever since he woke up after drinking a cup of tea in his dream, Wang Jin discovered that his injury would only hurt at the moment when he got the injury, and then the pain would quickly dissipate, although the wound still took a while to heal, but the tormenting pain was gone.

This time too, although it was painful when he first woke up, and the pain was unbearable, but it didn't take long for the pain to miraculously dissipate.

The injuries on his body now actually looked terrible, but they didn’t affect him at all.

Wang Jin was about to speak when he saw the man's worried eyes out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, the words "it's okay" that he was about to say instantly turned into a sticky coquettish: "It hurts, it hurts."

The sweet voice contained grievances, like a knife wrapped in honey, instantly pierced into the man's heart.

The man's heart ached, and the invisible guilt made him breathless. His voice was a little lower: "...I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

"..." The man answered seriously and solemnly, from Wang Jin's point of view after living with the man for several days, you could see that right now the man was looking at his wounds with distressed appearance.

Wang Jin's heart twitched, it seemed that there was an extra rabbit in his heart, stepping in it with fine rhythm.

"I'll give you more medicine paste, and the pain will be gone soon, don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again , I won’t let you suffer any more harm."

The man seemed to be swearing an oath, he spoke absolutely and certainly.

This made Wang Jin embarrassed to lie to him like this.

He rubbed his nose guiltily, and said hesitatingly, "Actually... it doesn't hurt too much."

"..." The man didn't answer, and he didn't seem to believe it.

He took out a small porcelain jar from his pocket, opened the lid, and inside was the medicinal paste from before. He dug some out with his fingers, and carefully applied the medicine paste to Wang Jin again.

When the man was applying the medicine for him again, Wang Jin looked back at the things that Xiao Ruo sent to their house. The things were placed on a table, and the table was full of things that Wang Jin didn't know. He turned sideways and turned back, and found that there were no medicinal herbs.

He hurriedly held the man's hand, stopped him from continuing to apply the medicine, and asked, "Have you used up all the medicinal herbs you picked? The one in your hand is all you have left?"

He remembered, when he woke up, many people were using this medicinal paste, and there shouldn’t be much leftover medicinal paste.

The man nodded slightly.

Wang Jin frowned annoyedly, he grabbed the porcelain jar and said, "Then why did you still apply it to my wounds?"

He dug some out of the jar, wiped it on the man's face and said, "It should be used here."

Wang Jin’s soft fingers pressed the scar on the man’s cheek, he slowly rubbed the cold medicinal paste on the man’s cheek and made it warm, and the warm feeling penetrated into the man’s body. Spread from the cheek to his whole body, making his whole body felt warm, as if being wrapped in hot springs.

The man raised his eyes to look at the little lunatic, the little lunatic's picturesque eyebrows were slightly furrowed at this moment, his beautiful facial features were all wrinkled together, the usually bright and clear eyes darkened slightly, and the reflection of his own figure also appeared much more gloomy.

Wang Jin applied the medicine paste without blinking, he was so focused on it as if there was nothing else in the world except him.

The man froze for a moment, as if something had cracked in his heart, the sun shone through the gap, making it very warm and comfortable.

The man smiled, the frost in his eyes melted away, and the light-colored pupils were filled with tenderness and smile. He gently grabbed Wang Jin's hand, slightly curled his knuckles, and took his hand to his mouth. He lowered his head slightly, and his lips brushed against the delicate skin.

"!" Wang Jin's pupils shrank, his fingertips trembled, his knuckles curled up, and his hand slipped out of the man's hand like a loach.

The man didn't notice Wang Jin's shock. He took the porcelain jar from Wang Jin's other hand, bowed his head and poured medicine paste on his hand, he said, "Cure your wounds first, and I'll pick it up again later."

"..." Wang Jin held the hand that seemed to still have the warmth of the man's lips, his head was dizzy, he had lived two lifetimes, and he had never been kissed before! Not even his hands!

"What do you want to eat tonight?" The man asked while clearing up the things on the table after applying the medicinal paste on Wang Jin’s wounds.

Wang Jin randomly wiped the place that was kissed by the man twice, he stopped his disordered thoughts, and turned his head to look at those things.