No words were spoken either.
"You don't want to apply medicine?"
Shi Ran looked at his dazed look and asked.
"Did you intend to administer the medicine?"
"What else?" Shi Ran asked back, "What do you think it is? Why did I ask you to take off your clothes?"
"ha……"
Song Sichen suddenly let out a long sigh.
Why, why sigh?
Song Sichen seemed to be standing there half-dead, looking at the medicine bottles in turn. He chuckled and showed a faint smile.
Shi Ran snatched the medicine bottle from Song Sichen, opened the bottle cap and said.
"Even if the wound isn't that big, you still have to apply the medicine properly. Don't you care about your body? You know you have a lot of wounds on your body."
When I took out the sticky ointment and applied it carefully to the wound, I heard Song Sichen say, "There are a lot of scars anyway."
“You have a lot of scars, but don’t think it’s okay to have one or two more.”
“…”
Song Sichen's mouth was half open, but then he closed it again.
"And why did you sigh just now?"
Song Sichen did not answer Shi Ran's question immediately. He was silent for a while and then replied quietly.
“This one’s not bad either.”
Shi Ran didn't feel like asking any further questions, even though the long and deep sigh made her concerned.
She put a bandage on the medicated wound and said, "If you heal well, I'll give you candy."
Song Sichen looked at Shi Ran with a smile.
"Shi Ran, I'm going to compete with Song Yanzhe in a few days. Can you come with me?"
"You're still injured."
"So, I want you to come with me, okay?"
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