Why couldn't she help but come in?

Song Yuchen's house was very big, a standard three-bedroom, one-living room apartment. Shi Yan thought that it was really unfair to Song Yuchen that he and she lived in that small two-bedroom apartment.

Song Yuchen's room is decorated in cool colors, and Shi Yan also noticed that there is almost nothing in his room except simple decorations.

This house is just a house.

“Why don’t you buy furniture?”

"Do you have any recommendations?"

Song Yuchen went to pour a glass of water first. He squinted his eyes and looked at Shi Yan. "I'm too lazy to do it. If you can help, I'd be very grateful."

“I have no interest in decoration.”

Shi Yan is a cartoonist, not a designer.

Song Yuchen had just saved Shi Yan's life, so it would not be good for Shi Yan to reject him now.

"Okay, I'll come over when I'm free this weekend."

"The key is on the shoe cabinet at the door. Just take one when you leave."

Shi Yan nodded.

Song Yuchen walked over and sat down next to Shi Yan.

He took off his bathrobe, revealing his muscular shoulders, followed by his swollen arms.

Song Yuchen didn't feel much pain. It was normal for a grown man to get injured.

Shi Yan was shocked when she saw these wounds.

She swallowed carefully and moved cautiously, "Do I still need to take a shower when it's so serious?"

You can't not wash it.

There was dust and sand on Song Yuchen's body.

Song Yuchen observed Shi Yan's expression. Shi Yan frowned and asked him solemnly, "Doesn't it hurt?"

President Song was very perceptive. He pursed his lips and pretended to endure it. "It hurts."

"Then I'll be gentle."

The wounds looked serious, but they were actually just superficial injuries.

However, seeing Shi Yan's guilty look, Song Yuchen became even more presumptuous.