Seeing that Liu Qinghuan was extremely angry and about to leave, Ye Heng quickly reached out and grabbed Liu Qinghuan's wrist. The wound was pulled and he gritted his teeth in pain.

“Don’t go…”

Liu Qinghuan turned around and found Ye Heng with his head down, like a child who had done something wrong.

He peeled off the hand that was grabbing his wrist and said unhappily, "I'll go find you some medicine!"

Ye Heng didn't stop him.

When Liu Qinghuan came back, she found Ye Heng lying "obediently" on the small bed, staring at the direction she came in.

That little look made Liu Qinghuan burst with maternal love.

"You..." Liu Qinghuan was originally planning to teach this ignorant NPC a lesson, but now he felt soft-hearted.

"What's wrong with you? You haven't been feeling well since you came back from the clinic." Liu Qinghuan took out the bottle of highly effective medicine. There was only a little left, so he had to use it sparingly. He first sprinkled it on his fingertips, then applied it to Ye Heng's wound. "Does it hurt?"

Seeing Liu Qinghuan's distressed face, Ye Heng felt that he was cherished.

"It doesn't hurt."

Liu Qinghuan didn't stop talking, still cautiously: "I asked you what's wrong? Is there anything you can't tell me directly?"

Ye Heng wanted to ask what position he held in her heart.

She looked at his body.

She also agreed to let him stay overnight at her house.

Although there was no parental arrangement or matchmaker's words, the relationship had already progressed to this point, so why was she still so distant to him?

Do you think he has nothing?

Ye Heng looked at the beautiful person in front of him, but he didn't ask what he wanted to say. He just said, "Do you... miss me leaving?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Qinghuan turned his gaze to Ye Heng in disbelief.

Ye Heng continued to ask: "You took me to see the doctor, did you want me to remember quickly and leave as soon as possible?"

"You don't want to leave, so you make yourself like this?" Liu Qinghuan really couldn't keep up with Ye Heng's train of thought.

He looks like a normal guy.

Is there something wrong with the settings?

Ye Heng nodded slightly, as a sign of acknowledgment.

"Are you a fool?" Liu Qinghuan poked Ye Heng's head.

"Tell me, are you a fool?"

Ye Heng: I don’t think I am.

"I took you to see the doctor because I wanted you to get better soon. As for asking you to leave, did I ever say anything about sending you away?"

Ye Heng: "You just told that customer that you would let me go after my work period is over."

"I lied to him. Where did you get a deadline? Besides, where did I actually say 'let you go'?"

Liu Qinghuan felt that her life was so difficult.

"Then even if my injury heals, you won't let me leave, right?"

"I won't chase you away."

The answer must be quick, clear, and absolutely certain.

"Then..." Ye Heng moved his fingers hidden under his sleeves.

"Well, well, forget it. If you want to stay here, then stay. But you have to take good care of your wound and then help with the work. You can't eat for free here, okay?" Liu Qinghuan poked the medicine on Ye Heng's wound, and Ye Heng finally couldn't help but gasped in pain.

"hiss--"

"If it doesn't hurt, you won't learn your lesson. Don't do this again next time. You're such a grown-up, how can you still be angry?" Liu Qinghuan scolded the ignorant Ye Heng while bandaging his wound.

Ye Heng recovered and looked at Liu Qinghuan's concerned face. His heart was moved and he felt that the pain was no longer there.

Afraid that he couldn't control his facial expression, he pulled the quilt over his face.

Liu Qinghuan: ???

Does it hurt this much?

It turns out that you can’t poke it too hard.