"It's okay, I'll help you apply the medicine, don't move." Ye Xuanye squatted behind her, poured some medicinal oil into his palm, and rubbed the small swelling on the back of her head.
"Hey, brother, be gentle, it will move." Ye Qingyu immediately screamed in pain.
"I know." Ye Xuanye immediately softened his hand and rubbed it gently.
