A small pink bump appeared.
Lu Shinian was taken aback.
Su Ruan was still asking, "Did I scratch it and tear it?"
Lu Shinian's fingertip gently touched the small pink bump, "Does it hurt?"
Su Ruan's body trembled slightly, and her voice seemed even softer.
"It doesn't hurt."
"It's just a bit itchy."
And somehow, touching it herself and Lu Shinian touching it felt completely different.
"I'll buy some medicine to apply tomorrow," Su Ruan said with a hint of frustration.
Lu Shinian gazed at that pinkness, his throat moved slightly, "It doesn't look scratched."
"Hmm?" Su Ruan looked up, puzzled, "It's not scratched?"
Lu Shinian nodded, "It doesn't look like it. Does it itch anywhere else?"
Su Ruan leaned her head closer, rubbing her fingers on the top of her head, and found another itchy bump on the right side, indicating Lu Shinian to look.
"It's a bit itchy here too."
Lu Shinian parted her hair and saw the same small pink bump on the right side, falling into deep thought.
