The buttons of his shirt had somehow been undone halfway, revealing a large expanse of his chest.
On his pale skin, there was a menacing red scar.
Bright red droplets of blood seeped from that scar, creating a stark contrast with the cold white of his skin.
Su Ruan's fingertips gently touched the edge of the red scar, wary of touching it directly.
She didn't speak, just leaned her body slightly forward.
Her lips gently touched the fierce wound.
The muscles on either side of the wound reflexively twitched at this sudden stimulus, and Su Ruan could even feel their tensing.
Her lips immediately left the fierce wound, but those soft lips had already been stained with blood, turning a captivating red.
Su Ruan slightly raised her eyes, looking at Lu Shinian.
"How can these wounds heal?"
Her voice was very light, as if she was afraid her warm breath would disturb the wound.
Lu Shinian lowered his gaze, his deep pupils reflecting her figure.
