The cool, damp cloth brushed against the skin, and Yu Xia let out a "hiss," followed by her low voice directing from inside the tent.
"Don't just stay in one place all the time."
"Don't stick so close! It was just getting comfortable, and now you're making me sweat again."
"Can you be serious? Stop kissing all the time."
"You, you don't get too excited..."
Xie Qingci simply replied, "I just want to."
Yu Xia was at a loss for words, having no choice but to let him wipe as he pleased.
Finally done with the process of being taken care of, Xie Qingci took her hand again.
It was the injured hand, with a cut at the thumb base and wrist where blood was seeping out.
Logically, one shouldn't see the wound in the dark, but Xie Qingci accurately found it, holding her hand up to give it a kiss.
Then, a moist sensation came from the thumb base.
She leaned against him with her back, hand pulled backward like a sinner waiting to be judged, bound to a cross.
