Fiery eyes and golden pupils.

She shook her head. "It's okay, just a minor injury."

Before she could close the door, this time, he walked in forcefully, picked her up with one hand, and closed the door with the other.

“…”

She was held horizontally by him.

He walked over, put her down and made her sit down, then he held Zhiyun's injured foot in his hand.

He opened the suitcase.

There were only a few clothes in the suitcase, so it was quite empty, and the small medicine box was particularly noticeable.

He took out the medicine box, opened it, and took out the disinfectant and gauze, as well as the anti-inflammatory medicine for external application and internal use...

He lowered his head and untied the gauze she had tied. His movements were very gentle and cautious, for fear of hurting her while removing the gauze.

The atmosphere became exceptionally quiet.

Zhiyun watched him concentrate and silently treat the wound on the sole of her foot.

First, disinfect the wound with disinfectant, then apply anti-inflammatory medicine. While applying the anti-inflammatory medicine, he finally spoke, looking up at her, "It will hurt, bear with it."

Zhiyun thought that she felt okay even though it hurt so much just now.

What's the pain of applying an anti-inflammatory drug?

However, when the ointment was applied to the edge of the wound, Zhiyun almost screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!"

In an instant, Han Qingrang's hand that was holding her feet suddenly tightened.

There was a slight tremor in the fingertips.

Because she was in pain, his heart would ache as well and he couldn't control it.

Zhiyun didn't expect that she was so useless that she actually cried out in pain in front of Han Qingrang. She was too useless. The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt and she almost cried.

This time, Han Qingrang applied the anti-inflammatory medicine as quickly as possible, bandaged her foot securely, and then gently put her foot into the slippers. "Don't walk for the next two days. Wait for the wound to heal."

"I know."

"Weave."

"Why do you have a first aid kit? Do you know I'm injured? Are you..."

Are you that someone? Zhiyun endured it again and again, but still didn't ask. Forget it, no matter what you ask, he won't tell you even if you ask.

Han Qingrang explained, "I'm a doctor, and I always carry a medicine box with me when I go out."

"Okay, I understand." Zhiyun said in a muffled voice.

Just as he was about to stand up, his body suddenly tilted over.

He pushed her against the sofa.

With one leg tilted and the other kneeling on the sofa, he held her face and covered it.

Zhiyun didn't let him succeed for too long. When she pushed him away, both of them were breathing unsteadily. After pushing him away, he sat down in the seat next to her. At this time, Han Qingrang gently opened his coat, pulled her over, and wrapped her in his arms.

He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and said hoarsely in her ear, "Zhizhi, you kept me awake all night."

"Do you suffer from insomnia?"

He said, "Without you."

Zhiyun raised her head, her whole body pressed against Han Qingrang. "I thought your other things would keep you very busy, so busy that you wouldn't have time to think about me."

"Zhizhi, I was wrong."

He said, his voice becoming lower and a little hoarse.

He buried his face in her neck and breathed gently. His breath was hot, and the crook of Zhiyun's neck became itchy.

She couldn't stand it and wanted to push him away.

But because of his clingy attitude, Zhiyun was reluctant to push him away.

Should!

Zhiyun, you deserve it!

Make you fall in love! Make you feel emotional! Make you indulge him!

Isn’t it great to make money?

Isn’t it great to be the richest man?

I have to fall in love!

Just tell me whether you should or not!

You deserve it!