Xie Jue reached out to touch his shoulder, then circled around to his back, his fingers grazing his spine, almost touching his wound. It caused Fang Chuning's entire body to tingle, his ears reddening slightly. Listening to Fang Chuning's hoarse voice, Xie Jue asked, "How's your injury?"
"I'm fine." Fang Chuning's hand, rubbing his temple, uncontrollably brushed against Xie Jue's cheek, with his little finger grazing his earlobe. Watching that soft, slightly cool part turn gradually crimson, he said, "The arrowhead was dealt with cleanly, as long as I recuperate properly, it'll be fine."
"Hmm!" Xie Jue tilted his head, avoiding his fingers, still skeptical.
Fang Chuning dared not go further with his little finger, but the back of his hand remained rubbing against the side of Xie Jue's face, as if trying to soothe Xie Jue's pain.
