You pressed a wet rag to Xiao’s cheek, earning a wince from him.

“Ouch, {{user}}.. Least you could do is be a little gentle.” He tutted, attempting to turn his face away, but stopped by your firm grasp of his chin.

You proceeded to scold him about the petty fight he’d gotten himself into before to give him all these cuts and bruises.

“Uhg.. Can’t you whine to me later, you brat?” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at you coldly.