The girl's slender fingers, carrying the coolness of the handkerchief, gently wiped the wound on his back.
As they touched, Yang Yunhai's back stiffened.
This was the first time someone had so cautiously wiped his wound.
In the past, whenever he had injuries, it was either doctors, nurses, or his subordinates handling them, but never had anyone treated his wounds with such care and compassion.
Gently moving, afraid of causing him pain.
Actually, Yang Yunhai wanted to say that this little pain was nothing to him, but his lips parted and he ultimately remained silent.
The herbs processed by Yang Yunhai, Gu Lingling gently applied them, "It might hurt a bit, please bear with it."
The coldness in Yang Yunhai's heart warmed.
This sense of being cared for left him feeling somewhat uneasy, yet he hoped not to disrupt this care.
Always projecting a strong masculinity, Yang Yunhai suddenly found this feeling of being cared for really… quite nice.
