Mo Nanjue did not let go. His movements were gentle, and the ointment spread evenly under his fingertips. The cool sensation seeped into the skin, making Tong Ran softly hum in comfort.
The man knowingly asked, "Does it feel good?"
"..."
Tong Ran knew that no good words would come out of his mouth, so she simply bit her lip and said nothing.
Mo Nanjue carefully finished applying the ointment to the scars on her back. He leaned down, close to her ear, "Didn't you say biting your lips would hurt?"
His long fingers brushed past her pale lips.
Tong Ran quickly pressed her lips together, "It's fine."
"What about compared to biting me?"
"..." She did not respond.
Mo Nanjue withdrew his hand. He turned over and lay next to her. They were so close that they could clearly hear each other's uneven breaths.
