"There's nothing fine about tearing your stitches," Langfei sighed, though there was a fondness in his voice that overrode his worry and irritation. He was a little flushed and breathless still, half of him still caught in the perfection of the moment just before.

Taking a seat next to Zhuiying once more, he sighed and pushed him down yet again, rolling his eyes a little as he did. That, too, was in fondness.

Cutting away the previous wrappings, Langfei put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding so he could fix the dressings, shaking his head to himself all the while.

"Once I'm done, you're taking some medicine and going to sleep. We shouldn't have gotten you so worked up," he sighed, though the warmth on his face demonstrated none of the regret in his voice.