It's not quite accurate to say that it's pure white, because there's a very obvious red mark on the skin of Yuan Yuxue's wrist, which was the mark left when Jie Zhouyan grabbed Yuan Yuxue's wrist just now.
… If it is a wound, it will probably heal quickly. But the mark left by this kind of pressure is not easy to remove. This is also the efficiency of repair after the energy is self-distributed.
Yuan Yuxue's eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly as she thought.
So strange.
Could Jie Zhouyan have noticed such an inconspicuous trace
The red mark didn't hurt much, but because Yuan Yuxue's skin was too pale and delicate, it was particularly obvious. It even stood out to the point that it looked like the injury was serious and would cause severe pain - at least at this moment, it looked very hideous, and Jie Zhouyan's gaze deepened slightly.
He was not very happy.
Even Yuan Yuxue could sense this unpleasant emotion.
Yuan Yuxue raised his head slightly, wanting to ask something: "...?" But his voice stopped the next moment.
That's a bit... weird.
Now, it is time to realize his needs as Jie Zhouyan said.
Although Yuan Yuxue vaguely realized that something was wrong—
The two sides seem to be reversed.
But Jie Zhouyan didn't care.
He bowed his head slightly.
Jie Zhouyan's lips were very light, which made him look very cold. But his lips were still soft, and with this approach, he kissed Yuan Yuxue's wrist. His lips also touched the red marks on Yuan Yuxue's wrist caused by the tight grip.
Cold.
Weird touch.
Yuan Yuxue could not feel the pain, but her other senses were still sharp. For example, at this moment, she could feel Jie Zhouyan lightly touching that spot with his lips, then slightly opening his mouth and sucking on the wound.
The inside of the mouth is warm.
Jie Zhouyan used the tip of his tongue to slowly sweep across the injured area on his wrist. His movements were so delicate that it felt a little... itchy.
This was Yuan Yuxue’s first feeling.
Jie Zhouyan's lowered face was full of seriousness. His expression was very serious, without any teasing, but he carefully stroked the raised wound with the tip of his tongue, perhaps even sucking it slightly - Yuan Yuxue closed her eyes patiently.
Of course, it doesn't hurt.
Yuan Yuxue wouldn't feel any pain either.
He just felt something... strange.
It's a weird, slightly itchy feeling.
This strange touch made Yuan Yuxue's body seem to become softer - no matter what the circumstances, Yuan Yuxue always seemed to keep his back straight and never bend over. This posture seemed to be some kind of strict rule engraved in his information.
But at this time, Yuan Yuxue's waist seemed to be a little weak, making him unable to support such a straight body. Most of his body was leaning on Jie Zhouyan, and his breath was not as steady as before. Yuan Yuxue half closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly. This rare and very fragile state, almost everyone who saw this scene would have a soft and charming meaning in their hearts.