Chapter 334 Helping her apply medicine

Anjing chuckled and said, "Teacher Luo, your acting is pretty good. You're really into the role. My sisters aren't here, so relax."

She was met with the cold, ruthless back of Yama.

Anjing looked completely bewildered and followed.

Once they were in the room, she realized why Leng Yanluo insisted on applying burn ointment.

The "painlessness" she felt just now was a complete illusion caused by the cold water numbing her. Now that the water on her arm had dried, her skin began to feel tight and painful from the inside out.

Even though nothing was burning her anymore, she still felt like her flesh was being roasted by fire, and the pain was excruciating.

When I looked up at my arm, I saw that it was covered in tiny, scattered blisters.

"Hurry up, where's the burn ointment? Otherwise it will leave a scar."

"It's nothing," An Jing said, seemingly indifferent.

She directed Leng Yanluo to take out a medicine box from the bottom of the bedside table. The medicine box contained a bunch of commonly used medicines, including a small tube of burn ointment.

After confirming that it hadn't expired, Leng Yanluo opened it and pulled Anjing's forearm over.

An Jing instinctively shrank back: "Teacher Luo, how about I do it myself?"

Leng Yanluo remained silent, but his subordinates continued their work.

He squeezed out the ointment and applied it to the small blisters that had formed on her skin.

Anjing's forearms were firm and shapely due to regular exercise. Her skin was fair and had no body hair, and was smooth and delicate. In contrast, the one frighteningly red blister looked particularly unsightly.

Leng Yanluo pursed his lips tightly, his movements exceptionally gentle and meticulous.

When I applied the burn ointment, it felt cool and soothing, relieving the pain, but a fine, persistent itch crept up my forearm.

An Jing wasn't used to such intimacy, so she coughed lightly and said, "Teacher Luo, isn't that enough?"

Leng Yanluo paused, then withdrew his hand: "Yes, be careful not to get it wet when you wash up."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll definitely be careful." As soon as the other person let go, An Jing quickly withdrew her arm.

Leng Yanluo didn't speak, but his drooping fingertips seemed to still retain some warmth, and he unconsciously rubbed them gently.

The air seemed a bit thick, making it slightly difficult to breathe.

The atmosphere in the room made An Jing a little uncomfortable. As she put away the ointment, she said, "Teacher Luo, the food is still in the pot. Let's go downstairs and continue cooking."

Leng Yanluo hummed in agreement, and the two went downstairs together.

The fire was started again, and Leng Yanluo didn't let Anjing enter the kitchen again. Fortunately, the ingredients were almost ready, so the cooking was quick. In no time, four dishes and a soup were made and neatly arranged on the table.

Anjing looked at the dishes on the table, which were almost identical to those served in restaurants, and gave Leng Yanluo a thumbs up.

Leng Yanluo set out the bowls and chopsticks, then poured two cups of honey water, placing one next to Anjing's bowl: "Drink some water to moisten your throat before you eat."

Anjing sat down and took a sip of honey water: "Teacher Luo, you are so considerate. Whoever becomes your girlfriend in the future will be very lucky."

Leng Yanluo looked up at her and said calmly, "You really think so? Then why don't you take advantage of your proximity and get the moon first? I'm not bragging, but there really aren't many good men like me anymore."

Anjing pouted: "You're getting all worked up just because I called you fat. We've only known each other for a few days."

Leng Yanluo: "..."

His words were clearly suggestive, but Anjing didn't respond. She felt a lump in her throat, but there was nothing she could do. Frustrated, she downed the honey water in one gulp.

Anjing exclaimed, "Hey, Teacher Luo, are you that thirsty?"

Leng Yanluo hummed in agreement: "You're too hot-tempered, cool down."

Quietly, she nodded and considerately ladled out a bowl of soup: "Then drink some more of this soup."

Leng Yanluo watched her swift movements and raised an eyebrow: "What is this? Using someone else's flowers to present to Buddha?"

"What, is that not allowed? Teacher Luo, you're lucky to have such an approachable employer like me. If you continue to perform this well, I'll give you a raise. Cheers!"

As she spoke, she touched his soup bowl with her honey water.

Leng Yanluo was initially somewhat depressed, but seeing her smiling face, the depression in his chest suddenly dissipated.

He took a deep breath, picked up the soup bowl, and calmly took a sip.

Reflecting on what she had just said, he thought for a moment and asked, "If I visit your home in a few days, is there anything I should be aware of?"

"There's nothing particularly noteworthy. My sisters are all very nice people. Although my eldest sister seems rather serious and conservative, she's actually quite reasonable. She's just a bit direct and can be a little domineering at times. After all, she's the one in charge of the An family, so she has to be assertive."

Leng Yanluo nodded: "Yes, I can understand."

"As for my second sister, she studied painting and has a very gentle personality. She married my brother-in-law when she was twenty. My brother-in-law is her senior in the same department. He is a good person, very refined, and he is good to my second sister. When they are in a good mood, they go out to sketch together. When they are in a bad mood, they just buy a plane ticket and travel the world to relax. Among my sisters, she is the most sentimental and the softest-hearted, so she would never make things difficult for you."

Leng Yanluo breathed a sigh of relief: "Then, from what you're saying, my task is indeed not difficult."

"So, Teacher Luo, you don't need to be nervous."

Quietly and happily munched on a few pieces of ribs, but suddenly her expression changed, and she put down her chopsticks and said, "Oh no, I forgot about my fourth sister, Teacher Luo. Let me tell you, if you run into my fourth sister, try to avoid her if you can. If you can't avoid her, try to talk less and do more."

Leng Yanluo's curiosity was piqued: "What, does your fourth sister have mind-reading abilities and can guess what I'm thinking?"

"Pretty much." Anjing wiped her hands, which were dirty from eating ribs, threw the tissue aside, sat up straight, and said to him, "My fourth sister is a psychologist. I've always felt that she's like a bug in the world. She can tell whether you're anxious or depressed, nervous or guilty just by looking at you. She can even deduce what you ate last night just by chatting with you for a couple of minutes. Isn't that terrifying?"

A thoughtful glint flashed in Leng Yanluo's eyes: "Is it really as mysterious as you say?"

"Well, apart from my eldest sister, I'm a little intimidated by her in my family. But don't be too nervous. She recently went to H country to attend an academic forum and won't be back for a while. You probably won't run into her when you go back this time, so the alarm can be temporarily lifted."

Anjing took another sip of beef soup as she spoke.

She had just put down her soup bowl when her phone rang.

She was enjoying her meal and answered the call without even looking at the caller ID.

A moment later, the spoon in her hand fell onto the table, and she exclaimed in surprise, "What did you say?!"

...

After hanging up the phone, she stood still for two seconds, then jumped up from her seat like a rabbit hit by a slingshot, grabbed Leng Yanluo, and ran upstairs.

Before Leng Yanluo could react, she dragged him up the stairs.

Seeing her panicked expression, he frowned: "What happened?"