His hair was actually very long, reaching down to his waist, but it was very coarse and hard, and looked a little messy because it had not been groomed.
If a man dressed up well, in his previous life, he would definitely be invited home as a guest.
It's just the scar on his face...
Wang Jin's eyes turned to the man's face. The man's skin was actually very good, with very fine pores and no extra hair on his face. But that scar... had ruined half of his face.
Thinking about the scar that was left when he saved Yue Ge'er, Wang Jin felt that the scar was very glaring for some reason.
He stood up quietly, took the medicinal mud that the man had prepared and put aside to cool, applied some of the still warm mud on the man's scar.
When their skin touched each other, they were both stunned.
The warm medicinal mud melted under his fingers, and the man's rough scars scratched Wang Jin's round fingertips, which felt numb, as if they had been passed through by a weak electric current. After a long time, the feeling slowly spread from the fingertips to the whole body, causing Wang Jin to feel a subtle numbness all over his body.
Wang Jin's heart beat faster, his fingertips trembled, his knuckles shrank, and he was about to pull his hand back with a trembling hand, but the man suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, and turned to look at him.
His eyes were filled with emotions that Wang Jin couldn't see clearly, and they were so dark that they darkened a lot: "My hands are dirty, little lunatic, you have to help me finish applying the medicine."
The low voice seemed to be deliberately suppressing something, and was slightly different from the man's normal voice.
Wang Jin's fingertips curled down slightly, and seeing this, the man's hand that was holding his wrist slowly slid to his palm, and while pulling his hand, he led Wang Jin's fingers and pressed them on his scar.
When his fingertips touched the scar again, a tingling sensation suddenly arose. Wang Jin's body stiffened, and he saw the man staring at him with hot eyes, and his hand forced his fingers to rub back and forth on the scar.
"!" Wang Jin's heart beat faster, as if someone was beating a drumbeat on it.
The tingling sensation from the fingers was infinitely magnified under the man's gaze, which seemed to see through his clothes and scan every inch of his skin... so much so that his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Wang Jin curled his knuckles, put his fingers away, and said with trembling lips: "You... you let go, I... I understand."
It was almost evening and the weather was not very hot, but the little madman's face was as red as if it was on fire, and even his small, round earlobes turned red.
His eyes were moist, as if they could speak sweet words, and he looked at her shyly and timidly... making the man's heart restless.
He tightened his grip, somewhat reluctant to let go, but heard the little lunatic complaining: "It's not even coated with medicine, you...what's the point of applying it like this? Are you stupid?!"
"..." Although the tone was very coquettish and made people's hearts flutter, but these words... The man loosened his fingers slightly and turned away his eyes in annoyance.
It's obviously this little lunatic who is stupid!
As soon as the man loosened his hand, Wang Jin's hand slid down flexibly, retracted, and hid behind his back, like a frightened rabbit.