Qin Yuheng looked at him with tenderness in his eyes. "I had someone buy some soothing cream. It'll be delivered later."
Yu Nian gave him a push and bravely got to his feet. "No need, I-tsk-"
Qin Yuheng hurried to steady him, his brows drawing together. "Are you hurt? Let me take a look."
Look at what? If there really were a wound, would I have let him go at it all night?
Yu Nian clenched his back teeth, feeling mortified. "It... doesn't hurt."
Qin Yuheng was full of concern, afraid he was refusing to admit it out of pride. "Nian Nian, you don't have to put on a brave face with me."
"No," Yu Nian murmured awkwardly. "I'm just a little sore."
In truth, Qin Yuheng had been very gentle. Even though holding himself back had been difficult, he had still been attentive to how Yu Nian felt, and Yu Nian hadn't found it all that painful.
Qin Yuheng said, "How about I ask for leave for you so you can rest?"
Yu Nian shook his head. "It's fine. I don't have many classes today. I'll come back once they're over."
If he skipped class for something like this, Yu Nian wouldn't know how to face that instructor ever again.
Qin Yuheng knew he had his own mind and didn't insist.
Seeing that he was running out of time, Yu Nian hurried to wash up and head out.
When he reached the living room, he saw that the fruit left untouched on the table overnight had been cleared away. The daffodils had also been put in a vase and moved to the balcony.
He didn't need to think to know who had done it.
It was only a small thing, but little things like this still made Yu Nian