"If you blow on it, it won't hurt anymore!" Bei Ran placed her hand near his lips.
Gu Qingchen tightened his eyes at her childlike action, looking at her,
Just as Bei Ran was about to withdraw her finger, he swiftly reached out, caught her little finger, placed it in the palm of his hand, and then to the edge of his lips...
Bei Ran felt a light puff of breath, as if melting an entire iceberg, and her little finger, effortlessly dissolved by his warmth.
Such a tender sensation, such a heart-racing feeling, involuntarily brought a blush to her cheeks.
At that moment, Gu Qingchen gripped her slender wrist, not allowing her to leave.
"Qingchen..." Bei Ran softly called his name, her voice carrying a blend of gentleness and tremble.
Gu Qingchen responded to her, kissing her little hand as if to erase all her pain.
"Let me see, where else are you hurt?" Gu Qingchen gazed at her, his eyes also showing a tinge of heartache.
