Back at the manor, Ryon immediately went to get a first-aid kit. He dipped the medicine in a cotton swab and gently wiped the wound on Christine's face.
Christine slowly closed her eyes and enjoyed this thoughtful care.
Under the light, her skin was as fair as jade, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly as butterflies waved their wings, leaving a shadow on her fair face. Ryon could not help but lean over and kiss the wound on her face.
Christine felt a tingling on her face, and it spread to her heart soon. She reached out and pushed Ryon away. "Are you sure you are cleaning the wound for me?"
Ryon smiled, and his forehead leaned against hers. "The saliva is the most effective way to deal with it. You don't know that?"
Christine was speechless, but his kiss fell on her face and neck
