Lu Yanzhuo placed Shen Zhiyi on the sofa and then brought over the first-aid kit.

"Pull your pants up."

Shen Zhiyi obediently did as she was told.

She was wearing a pair of beige casual trousers today, with loose legs that were easy to pull up.

The skin on her calves was exposed.

Lu Yanzhuo squatted down in front of her and examined her carefully.

Her delicate skin was without a single wound, not even a red mark.

Lu Yanzhuo stared at the medicine for a long time, then threw it onto the sofa next to him, almost laughing in anger.

"This is what you mean by being injured?"

"Where are you injured?" he asked sternly.

Shen Zhiyi blinked.

"But it hurts a lot."

Lu Yanzhuo took a deep breath and lowered his eyes. "Shen Zhiyi, I am not a tool for your amusement."

"It really hurts." Shen Zhiyi frowned, her eyes welling up with tears.

Her voice was also soft.

It seemed to be accusing him of his cruelty.

Lu Yanzhuo felt a sense of defeat towards her.

He lifted her leg and examined it carefully, scrutinizing every inch of her skin. Finally, he found a tiny, barely perceptible red mark inside the bend of her knee.

It doesn't even look like a scratch.

It looks more like a mosquito bite, an unformed little bump.

"Does it hurt here?"

He looked up at her and pressed the red mark.

"Hmm." Shen Zhiyi frowned and moved her legs. "Be gentle."

Lu Yanzhuo put her legs down.

He reached for the medicine on the sofa.

"Why are you so delicate?" He unscrewed the ointment, scooped out a little with his fingertip, and gently massaged it onto the "wound."

Even subconsciously controlling the force.

I must not let myself hurt her.

Shen Zhiyi bit her lip and turned her head away, a blush spreading across her face.

His hands were so warm, calloused and rough, rubbing against her skin, especially in such a sensitive spot. His gentle touch gradually set her aroused.

"Alright." She finally couldn't take it anymore, stepped on his chest, and gently pushed him away a little.

"Okay, thank you."

She lowered her eyelashes, her face full of shyness.

Lu Yanzhuo stared at her feet in disbelief.

She wasn't wearing shoes.

She kicked me away as soon as I carried her inside.

Now her bare foot was pressing down on his chest, through a thin layer of fabric.

Her ankles were so slender, they looked as if they could be broken with a single touch.

Her toes were delicate and pink.

He looked down and you could see that the pad of his thumb was slightly red from exerting force.

Such a delicate foot.

Such a light touch.

But it hardened his entire chest.

Lu Yanzhuo's thoughts suddenly burned and shattered.

A sudden fire ignited in his lower abdomen, violently engulfing his entire body and making his breathing heavy.

The moment when reason broke down.

He even wished she would step down.

Put in a little more effort.

But when Lu Yanzhu realized what he was thinking, a strong sense of self-reproach surged into his mind.

He closed his eyes briefly, restrained himself, and gently placed her ankle on the ground.

"Go back quickly after you're done applying it."

Shen Zhiyi glanced at the medicine on the sofa. "I've taken it all out. Let me apply it for you too."

"No need." Lu Yanzhuo's voice was cold and hard.

But only he knew how fiercely the fire in his heart burned.

Shen Zhiyi completely ignored him, picked up the ointment and leaned closer, saying, "It's only fair."

"Didn't you want to distance yourself from me?"

"Let me owe you this favor. I will always remember you."

Her voice was very soft, like honey-soaked clouds gently brushing past my ear.

She said.

Do you want me to miss you?

"Do you want me to think about you every day, to the point that I can't eat or sleep well, to be thinking about your face all the time, and to be constantly thinking about how to repay your kindness?"

"Is this what you wanted, Lu Yanzhuo?"

Lu Yanzhuo: ...

Is this what he wanted?

A voice in my head was screaming, "Yes, yes, yes."

In reality, however, he glared at her.

I have no idea what she's rambling on about.

What do you mean by wanting or not wanting...?

When did he ever ask her to miss him?!

Lu Yanzhuo's ears turned red.

He deliberately adopted a frightening demeanor, staring intently at her.

The warmth in his hawk-like eyes faded, leaving them appearing exceptionally cold and ruthless, like a blade tempered with frost.

He wanted to use his coldness to drive her away.

But what I unexpectedly encountered was a gentle embrace as vast as the sea.

He was almost drowned.

Shen Zhiyi wasn't intimidated at all; in fact, she looked back at him with her beautiful, misty eyes.

It seems that no matter what he is like, she can accept him naturally.

Lu Yanzhuo was dismayed to find that his tricks had absolutely no effect on her.

She can even turn the tables on you all the time.

He stood up helplessly, sighed, and pulled up his sleeve to expose the wound on his arm to her.

"Hurry up."

"Okay~" Shen Zhiyi's eyes curved into crescent shapes.

She dipped a cotton swab in iodine and carefully applied it to his bleeding wounds. Once the blood and grime on his skin were cleaned off, she changed the ointment, leaned closer, and carefully applied it.

She moved gently.

Lu Yanzhuo felt like he was being tortured.

His entire body was taut, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

The worst part is that she seems completely unaware of the raging fire that her gentleness will ignite; after applying the medicine, she will subconsciously blow on it to warm it up.

The moment that gentle breeze carrying her scent brushed against him, every pore on Lu Yanzhuo's body stood on end uncontrollably.

An electric current surged through his spine.

Even the corners of his eyes turned red.

"Shen Zhiyi." He gritted his teeth and called out her name, almost starting to hate her.

"Hmm?" She looked up.

Strands of hair fell to the side of her face, and her shimmering eyes gazed at him gently, like the purest and most dewy morning dew in spring.

They seem to be completely unaware of what they have done.

Lu Yanzhuo was defeated again.

"You don't need to blow it for me." He turned his head away, no longer looking directly into her eyes.

"Oh, okay." Shen Zhiyi suppressed the smile in her eyes. "I've finished applying it to my arm."

Lu Yanzhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

To my surprise, she said, "Take off your clothes so I can check if there are any other injuries."

Lu Yanzhuo suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes churning with turbulent emotions.

"What did you say?"

He vaguely thought he had misheard.

"Take off your clothes," Shen Zhiyi said nonchalantly. "Or do you want me to help you?"