Actually, it doesn't hurt anymore, just a bit dry. But Nangong Yaoling's movements were very gentle, making her feel comfortable, so she didn't want him to stop.
"I'll call Mark later to have him check on you," Nangong Yaoling said worriedly.
Xia Xiaonuan quickly opened her eyes, looking at him with one eye, and said, "No need, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
"Didn't you just say it hurt?"
"I..." Xia Xiaonuan's face blushed: "I... it hurt just now, but now it doesn't hurt anymore?"
Nangong Yaoling saw through her little tricks, reached out his hand, and rubbed her lips with his index finger. "Does it hurt here?"
Because he was holding an ice pack, his fingertips were cool.
When he touched her lips, they trembled slightly.
Xia Xiaonuan looked at him, smiled, and shook her head.
Nangong Yaoling's hand slowly slid over her lips and moved to her neck, his cool fingertips gliding like an electric current over her skin.
Until they rested on her chest.
