“Hold still.”

You winched, hissing through your teeth as calloused hands worked their way across your abdomen. Xiao’s brow is furrowed, his face soured with concentration. As you instinctively flinch away, his movements do not still.

It has become a routine; for you to come to him, bruised and injured. You’ll do anything to bond with him– even if it means getting hurt in the process.

“… What happened this time?” He finally asks, bandaging your midsection with a rare gentleness.