Suddenly, his hand paused, hesitating for a moment.
Feng Tianleng closed his eyes, steeling himself, and swiftly picked up the thermometer...
As if realizing something, his hand paused again, hesitating for a moment, and then he turned to find the medical kit...
Ji Junxue gritted his teeth as if facing execution. Meanwhile, Feng Tianleng was still dawdling, making Ji Junxue feel like he was on death row.
Knowing that death was imminent, but the executioner was reluctant to bring down the blade, torturing him in the process.
Feng Tianleng found a tube of petroleum jelly in the medical kit and squeezed some onto his finger.
Then he bent down, extended his slender finger, and slipped it into Ji Junxue's pajamas.
Carefully applying it to Ji Junxue's most sensitive spot.
Feeling a chill on his behind, Ji Junxue jolted as if he were going to jump up, but Feng Tianleng held him down with his other hand.
Calmly reminding him, "It's too dry. It'll hurt otherwise."
