Gentle Beast

The wounds on his shoulders weren't treated well so he had to take off his clothes. Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu first treated the scratches on Ryan's neck.

They weren't deep and only slightly broke the skin.

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu disinfected them and couldn't help but wonder if the beastman could really use their paws to hurt anyone. Wouldn't they get rabies. . .?

The girl was standing in front of Ryan, holding the bed for support with one hand and a cotton swab with the other, seriously working at his wounds.

Unconsciously, she had trapped Ryan's body.

She tilted her head and, as she looked at the wound, her long lashes swept against Ryan's chin.

Strangely itchy.

Ryan looked down and saw the girl a mere two centimeters away from him. Her eyes reflected his face, her lips pink and pursed seriously.

He was suddenly shocked by the sudden move, and Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu regained her composure. Her eyes shifted to his and she blushed, pulling away quickly.

She didn't get far, Ryan using his uninjured hand to catch her wrist——

Ryan held the back of her head with his palm and pulled the girl towards him, leaning over to finally take a bite of that little mouth he'd been longing for without hesitation.