Returning - Chapter 76
Chapter 76: Stirrings
"How's your wound? Sorry, I accidentally touched it earlier."
"It's nothing, just a minor scratch. Maybe my clothes are a bit rough, it stings a little when they rub against it. It's fine."
"Did you put any medicine on it?"
Zhao Yu shook her head: "I was going to buy some on the way, but I was preoccupied and forgot. I did bring scar removal ointment, but I think that can only be used after the scab forms."
Ji Sui stood up, retrieved a first-aid kit, rummaged through it, and handed her a tube of ointment: "Use this."
"Thank you." Zhao Yu took the ointment and walked into the bathroom. Not long after, her voice came from inside again, "Ji Sui, do you still have the instructions for this medicine?"
Ji Sui rose from the sofa: "What's wrong?"
"It seems... I might be allergic to it. I don't know if I can still use this."
"Is it serious?" Ji Sui instinctively walked to the bathroom doorway and looked up to see Zhao Yu standing before the mirror.
She had already pulled down her collar to expose her left shoulder. The angle of her turning sideways to look in the mirror just happened to face her diagonally towards the door, and a small part of her full chest fell into Ji Sui's line of sight without warning.
Ji Sui's first reaction was to turn away and avoid it, but when he glimpsed her shoulder, he was startled again: "Why is it so bad?"
He remembered that this morning, her shoulder only had a few faint nail marks slightly seeping blood. Those traces were indeed very light skin injuries; they didn't even need ointment and would heal on their own in two or three days.
But now, the spots that were only slightly broken had become red and swollen in patches, made even more conspicuous against her snow-white skin.
"It must be an allergic reaction. My constitution is very prone to allergies; that's why I was hospitalized last time." Zhao Yu continued leaning sideways, intently examining her shoulder in the mirror, "It could also be my clothes."
As for the real cause... if she could even do things like self-harm and inducing severe allergic reactions, what was a little skin allergy?
"Why do I get allergies so easily?" She sighed in frustration, "No wonder I felt off all afternoon at the company. I wonder if it will leave a scar."
"I'll go find the instructions." Ji Sui turned and went out, quickly returning with the ointment box and its insert. "It should be okay to use. Or maybe you should still go see a doctor?"
"Such a minor issue, why would I need to go to the hospital? I'm not that delicate." Zhao Yu smiled and took the instructions to look them over, "Then I'll just use this."
Seeing her wrenching her neck to look at her shoulder, then tilting her shoulder with difficulty to find the right angle in the mirror, Ji Sui could only speak up: "Let me help you apply it."
"Oh, okay, thank you then." Zhao Yu was still absorbed in examining the red patch on her shoulder in the mirror, seemingly finding nothing amiss with the matter, and agreed offhandedly. Only when Ji Sui took the ointment did she add, "Uh... you... wash your hands first."
She looked slightly embarrassed to remind him, yet utterly terrified he might introduce bacteria to her wound while applying the medicine.
Ji Sui had originally planned to use a cotton swab to apply the ointment, but hearing her say that, he was inadvertently led off track and quickly squeezed out hand soap to wash his hands.
The two came out of the bathroom together. Zhao Yu squeezed some ointment onto his fingertip, then sat on the sofa, pulled her collar down a bit more, and turned sideways to face him.
Ji Sui sat down beside her. Looking at the alluring shoulder, images from the past few nights—the intimate scenes that had continuously appeared in his dreams—inexplicably surfaced in his mind again.
Rose-red lips, full breasts, a slender waist, a flat stomach, long, shapely legs, and...
He shook his head sharply, hurriedly casting those inappropriate thoughts aside. He extended his left hand to brush aside the long hair on her shoulder, then carefully applied the ointment from his right fingertip.
He had washed his hands with cold water, so his fingertips were a bit cool. The moment he touched her, she flinched slightly. Startled, he hurriedly pulled back: "Are my hands too cold?"
"No, it's... I'm a bit ticklish." Zhao Yu clutched the ointment tube and lowered her head, "It's fine, you... you can continue."
If the earlier ambiguity was a three out of ten, then her remark about being "ticklish" and her nervous, shy demeanor instantly deepened the subtle undercurrent flowing between them to a six.
Ji Sui paused, recalling the smooth, tender touch of her skin against his fingertips moments ago. His cheeks flushed again, his heartbeat accelerating.
Striving to calm his mind, he reapplied the ointment, slowly smoothing it in. His fingertip pads, slightly calloused, felt somewhat rough; in contrast, her skin was even more exquisitely smooth, as if one touch could bewitch a person.
Ji Sui felt his body growing increasingly hot and restless.
Reason clearly told him to apply it quickly, yet his right hand wouldn't obey, persistently rubbing gently and patiently over her pale, tender shoulder.
Reason clearly told him not to let his eyes wander, yet the more he tried, the less he could control it. His gaze slowly drifted from her shoulder to her slender neck, and even, due to her sideways sitting posture and his advantage in height, he could clearly glimpse that small expanse of creamy white breast.
"Is it almost done?..." Zhao Yu turned abruptly with the ointment, pretending to squeeze out some more for him. But with this movement, her cheek brushed right against his heated face, almost pressing tightly against his.
The distance between them was very, very close.
She could distinctly feel the air he exhaled, could hear his heartbeat pounding harder and harder.
He could likewise clearly sense her breathing, smell her fragrance, and see the moist, pink, tender lips right before his eyes.
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Then bobbed again.
A scorching gaze settled on her lips, wanting to look away, yet unable to.
And his hand, because of her sudden turn, had inadvertently landed on her shoulder, his broad palm pressed against her smooth skin.
Zhao Yu stared at him blankly, her eyes misty, a bit at a loss. Her full chest rose and fell slightly, her gradually quickening breath continuing to fan against his face.
She also made a very visible swallowing motion, then nervously pursed her lips, the hand holding the ointment clenching tightly onto her skirt, just brushing against his solid thigh.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed her full chest heaving more and more intensely, glimpsed the deep, mysterious cleft in the middle, and the image uncontrollably surfaced in his mind again—of her holding her round breasts to sandwich his desire, sliding back and forth.
And those moist, sensual lips of hers, which in last night's dream, had even taken his thick length inside, sucking and working it bit by bit.
A certain cord in his heart suddenly snapped. The hand resting on her shoulder gradually tightened. Ji Sui leaned forward, and his lips met hers.
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