Xiao Qinghe swallowed hard.
Then he lost his mind.
Aaaah!
Xiao Qinghe, you're actually having indecent thoughts about the lips of a man who looks exactly like your master!
Something's wrong with you!
You've turned into a pervert!
A total freak, even!
Bai Yuqing's eyes curved with a faint smile.
"What would you like to do to me, Qinghe? Just do it. There's no need to hesitate."
"...B-but how could I?"
"It's fine. I don't mind."
Xiao Qinghe felt a tiny bit conflicted.
"...Then I won't hold back?"
"Mm."
"Bear with me. I might press a little hard. I'm not good at gauging the right amount of force."
Bai Yuqing unconsciously straightened his back and leaned a little closer to him.
Then he lowered his eyes slightly.
And waited quietly.
Xiao Qinghe took a deep breath, looking a little nervous.
He leaned toward him.
The next second, something touched Bai Yuqing's forehead.
It was a sensation like no other.
"Hiss..."
Pain!
Searing pain!
"Does it really hurt? Should I be gentler?"
Bai Yuqing: "..."
Xiao Qinghe grew even more conflicted.
This medicine was potent, but it worked wonders on bumps and bruises.
A light application was enough to reduce the redness and swelling on his forehead.
It just stung a tiny bit.
He had tried it himself.
It was one hell of a kick!
"Mr. Bai, does it still hurt a lot?"
"...Yes."
Bai Yuqing kept his eyes lowered and his fists clenched, as though he was in terrible pain.
That made sense.
Mr. Bai was supposedly born into nobility, a favored son of heaven who had been waited on since childhood. Naturally, he had never suffered much, let alone been injured and treated with such potent medicine.
He was exactly like Xiao Qinghe's pampered master.
Even a slight injury