He cleaned and reapplied the medication on my forehead wound, then flipped me around face down onto the bed and carefully kneaded the anti-inflammatory ointment into the bruisres on my back.
Though his touch was as gentle as could be, the bruises still hurt like there was no tomorrow. I couldn’t suppress the urge and moaned in pain from time to time as his hands mercilessly pressed and rolled over the bruises on my back, and before long I could hear Gu Yuu banging against the wall between our rooms in protest.
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