Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
An artist had to be in constant chase of fashion.
If a celeb appeared on camera twice in the same outfit, it could look very degrading.
The medicine box was prominently placed next to the TV because there was no more storage space.
She brought the medicine box to the bed and opened it to see that there were all kinds of medicines intended for wound healing.
She took out the antiseptic lotion and said to the idol, “Don’t move.”
“Be gentle; I’m afraid of pain.” He reminded her repeatedly.
“Why are you always getting into fights when you’re afraid of pain?”
“It didn’t hurt while I was fighting.”
The actress did not think so. “Didn’t you feel the pain when your bones broke?”
“I felt nothing when it happened.”
“Did you avoid the hospital because you’re afraid of pain?”
The actor felt embarrassed all of a sudden and turned his face away while giving a vague reply, “Well… sort of!”
“Don’t move; I’m going to treat your wound now.”
She dipped a cotton swab into the antiseptic lotion and carefully applied it to the wound at the corner of his lips. “Ah! It’s painful!” the actor screamed instantly.
“Oops, I told you not to move!”
“I didn’t move!”
He ruefully reasoned. “I merely sighed out of pain. Couldn’t I do that?”
“Nope! You have to hang in there.”
The man instantly displayed a look of impending doom.
She did not know whether to laugh or to cry. “I’m only applying medicine on you; I’m not holding a knife to your neck!”
“It really hurt, alright!” he protested petulantly. “It felt like a million bugs nudging on my wound when you applied the lotion.”
“Are you so spoiled?” she asked curiously. “How did you apply the medicine in the past?”
“I did it on my own.”
“Wasn’t it painful?”
He suddenly went quiet.
He was indeed afraid of pain, but it was not as exaggerated as he had made it to be. It was rare that someone would care so much about him, going so far as to treat his wounds personally, so unknowingly, he started acting skittish with her. Perhaps, all along, he had been alone, and when he was hurt in the past, all he could do was find a corner to lick his wounds.
It was different now, however. This time around, someone cared for him.
The idol was so comforted in his heart that he could not help wanting to rely on her a bit more.
Maybe it was greedy to ask for that, but he could not control his desire for her tenderness.
As Yun Shishi continued applying lotion on him, Hua Jin simply watched her quietly. She was extremely focused on the task the entire time and was very careful with her action, lest she accidentally hurt him.
When he took in the stern, cautious look on her face while busying with the task, he could not help wanting to laugh. Involuntarily, the corners of his lips twitched into a smile, which naturally disturbed the wound and had him sucking in cold air from the pain.
She let out a rant. “Hey, what’s with the silly smile?!”
“Nothing much.” The man blushed without reason and brushed aside the question with a vague reply.
He repressed his laughter as he continued to stare at her quietly. Without realizing it, his gaze turned more obsessed with each look.
She’s so pretty up close and personal!
Her exquisite features and fair skin make her appear as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
“All done!”
The actress snapped her fingers, which brought back the young man to his senses.
“You’re looking dazed just now. What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing much!” replied the man truthfully this time. “It’s the first time someone has applied medicine on me, so I’m feeling a little shy.”
“Were there times when you actually felt shy?”
He was speechless, with no words for rebuttal.
She glanced at his body and remarked, “Take off your shirt, I’ll help to check your body for other possible injuries.”
He shook his head at once. “Surely, there’s no need for that, is there?”
“I saw him punching your back many times.”
“I’m fine…”
“Hua Jin!” She insisted. “It’s either I bring you to a hospital or I apply medicine on your wounds; you can choose which one!”