After a short while, the door was opened.

Lu Rang was wearing a dark gray silk bathrobe, his hair was slightly damp, as if he had just washed up, and his face was still somewhat pale.

He saw Shang Wu outside the door, a fleeting, complex emotion flashing in his eyes, which was then quickly replaced by his usual indifference.

Is something the matter?

His voice was somewhat hoarse and distant.

Shang Wu felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but she forced herself to explain her purpose: "Sister You said she had an urgent matter to attend to and had to leave, so she called and asked me to come and change your dressing."

Lu Rang stared at her for a few seconds, then stepped aside to make way, neither saying yes nor no.

He turned and walked to the living room on his own, sitting down on the sofa, which could be considered tacit approval.

Shang Wu and A Ying exchanged a glance, and Shang Wu told A Ying to wait outside the door before going inside.

Sure enough, there were ointments, gauze, and a doctor's prescription on the coffee table.

Shang Wu picked up the form and looked at it, trying to make her voice sound professional and calm: "Sister You said she needs to change your dressing. Are you available now?"

Lu Rang did not answer. He simply turned his back to her and silently untied the belt of his robe, pulling it down to his waist to reveal his back, which was wrapped in gauze.

His broad back had smooth lines, but at that moment the gauze was particularly glaring.

Shang Wu's heart began to race involuntarily.

She tried to ignore the striking male body before her, composed herself, stepped forward, and carefully removed the old gauze.

The scalded skin, exposed to the air, even had blisters in some places, making it look more alarming than it had in the restaurant.

Shang Wu's fingers trembled slightly as she tried to be as gentle as possible, using a cotton swab to apply the ointment little by little.

Her movements were very gentle and focused, as if she were afraid of hurting him.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Rang remained silent and did not utter a single sound.

But Shang Wu could feel his burning gaze, reflected through the glass of the decorative painting opposite, firmly fixed on her.

The gaze was no longer the initial icy coldness, but instead carried a deep, indescribable focus, almost as if it could see right through her.

Shang Wu felt extremely uncomfortable, her palms were sweating, and she couldn't help but speed up her movements, quickly and carefully re-wrapping the gauze.

"Okay," she said softly, as if she had completed a difficult task and instinctively wanted to escape. "You get some rest, I'll go first..."

"I can't sleep."

Lu Rang suddenly spoke, his voice still hoarse, but carrying an undeniable air, interrupting her farewell.

He didn't pull up his robe, maintaining that slightly vulnerable posture.

Shang Wu paused, standing still: "Do you need me to call a doctor for you? Or, would you like some milk to help you sleep?"

Lu Rang slowly turned around, his bathrobe draped loosely around his waist, and looked directly at her, repeating, "I can't sleep."

His tone was flat, devoid of emotion, yet inexplicably carried a stubbornness.

Shang Wu's heart skipped a beat.

What did he mean by that? Did he want her to stay?

No, that's impossible.

Shang Wu immediately dismissed the absurd thought that had flashed through her mind.

He hates her, he despises her, how could he possibly want her to be with him?

He was probably just in pain and irritable, and simply wanted to mess with someone, or rather, he wanted to make things difficult for her and get revenge on her in this way.

Yes, that must be it.

She couldn't afford to be delusional anymore.

Shang Wu took out his phone, his tone becoming businesslike.

"If you can't sleep, I'll find someone to keep you company, so you won't be bored."

Lu Rang frowned almost imperceptibly, seemingly not understanding her meaning.

Shang Wu quickly dialed the phone and walked to the side to whisper a few words.

Less than five minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Shang Wu went to open the door, and standing outside was Cheng Zhou, who looked unwilling.

Cheng Zhou glanced at Lu Rang inside the room, and his face immediately darkened.

Shang Wu seemed to have seen a savior and turned to Lu Rang, saying, "Let Cheng Zhou accompany you. You two should have more to talk about. I've fulfilled Sister You's request."

Lu Rang looked at Cheng Zhou, who was standing at the door with a wary expression, and then at Shang Wu, who was clearly relieved and eager to push him to someone else.

The gentleness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by icy coldness.

Lu Rang's face darkened visibly, and the air pressure around him plummeted.

He abruptly pulled up his robe, tied the belt, stood up, and walked step by step to Shang Wu, his gaze cold.

"Shang Wu, is this how you handle Sister You's request?"

"You're pushing me onto another man?"

"Are you so eager to distance yourself from me? Don't you even have a basic sense of responsibility?"

His questions grew colder and harsher with each one, carrying obvious anger and a hint of barely perceptible hurt.

Is this still Lu Rang?

Shang Wu was completely bewildered by his questioning and stood there dumbfounded.

Cheng Zhou immediately stepped forward, shielding Shang Wu behind him, and looked back at Lu Rang with displeasure: "Lu Rang, why are you taking your anger out on A-Wu? She's not your servant!"

Lu Rang ignored him completely, his eyes fixed on Shang Wu behind Cheng Zhou.

The air froze instantly, filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Shang Wu was stunned by Lu Rang's sudden outburst of anger, especially by his last question, which carried an accusation she couldn't comprehend.

Despite their interactions over the past two days, Lu Rang clearly didn't want to pay any attention to her or have any contact with her.

Shang Wu instinctively clutched the hem of her clothes, trying to explain, "That's not what I meant. I just felt that it wasn't appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone in a room so late at night. Sister You just left, I..."

"What's inappropriate?" Lu Rang interrupted her, his sharp eyes piercing her directly. "Didn't you say you didn't care about me at all? Didn't you stop liking me? Since you're so clear about your conscience, what are you afraid of?"

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