Chapter 57: It’s all because of beauty

Lying in bed at night, Wen Yan was replying to Shen Qi's message when Qian Jin came up and knocked on the door.

Wen Yan opened the door and said, "What do you want to talk to me about, Brother Qian?"

Qian Jin was holding a bottle of safflower oil in his hand. This was a medicine for treating bruises and sprains. It could heal the bruises quickly, and he was asked to send it to Qi Yu'an next door.

Wen Yan suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong with him?"

Qian Jin explained: "It happened today when I was chasing a thief. When I arrived, he was fighting with a group of people. Several of them were holding sticks, and one of them even attacked him from behind. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise the stick would have landed on his back."

Wen Yan's heart ached when he heard this. He reached out to take it and said, "Okay, I'll send it over now."

Qian Jin was afraid that he would not know how to use it, so he specifically told him: "Use some strength when kneading. If you are too gentle, the effect will not be good."

Wen Yan said that she knew.

It was not until she stood at the door of Qi Yu'an's room that Wen Yan realized that she was nervous. It seemed that their current relationship was not suitable for doing these things.

But Qi Yu'an was beaten for helping him, so he couldn't just sit back and watch.

He raised his hand and put it down again, and finally took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Qi Yu'an was replying to emails at an old-fashioned table. He was very surprised when he opened the door and saw Wen Yan.

"Wen Yan?" Qi Yu'an asked uncertainly.

At this moment, Wen Yan wanted to go back: "Well, that brother Qian asked me to bring you safflower oil. He said you were beaten."

Qi Yu'an thought Wen Yan came to see him because something happened, but he felt relieved when he heard this: "Well, it's not serious, it's okay."

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment between going back and applying medicine to him, but finally decided to stay.

He held the bottle of safflower oil tightly in his hand: "You, me, Brother Qian asked me to help you apply the medicine."

Although Qi Yu'an really thought that this injury was nothing and didn't want to make a big fuss, he couldn't resist Wen Yan's temptation to apply the medicine himself.

He leaned aside and said, "Come in."

Wen Yan saw that the furnishings in his room were also very simple. Apart from the bed and the cabinet, there was only a table and a chair.

At this moment, the computer screen on the table was still on, obviously, Qi Yu'an was working just now.

Qi Yu'an saw Wen Yan standing uncomfortably, so he said to him, "Sit anywhere you want. I'm going to take a shower first."

Wen Yan was stunned: "Take a shower?"

Qi Yu'an: "Didn't you say you would apply medicine to me? If I wash it off after applying it, wouldn't it be a waste?"

That's true, but Wen Yan really doesn't want to wait here for him to take a shower.

But it's not appropriate to ask to leave now.

Just when Wen Yan was trying to say, "I'll go back first and come back after you finish washing," Qi Yu'an spoke again.

Pretending not to notice Wen Yan's confusion, Qi Yu'an said calmly, "If you don't want to sit on the bed, you can sit on the chair. You can also use the computer if you need it."

Wen Yan saw that people were frank and honest, and felt that she was indeed a little sensitive.

He nodded: "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

When Qi Yu'an turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up in an unnoticeable arc.

Wen Yan moved her chair farther away from the computer, making sure she couldn't see the screen clearly from her position. As soon as she sat down, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

He didn't know why his face turned so red.

Secretly complaining about her own disappointment, Wen Yan took out her cell phone to continue replying to messages in order to divert attention.

I just came here in a hurry and had just replied to Shen Qi's message. I haven't had time to reply to Lu Junze.

Knowing that he was participating in the variety show, Lu Junze would chat with him casually every day. Sometimes it was about something new that Wen Yan encountered, and sometimes Lu Junze would tell a joke.

The chat was not long and we didn't say much, but both of us felt relaxed.

When Qi Yu'an came out, he saw Wen Yan replying to the message with a smile, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Relying on his sharp intuition, he felt that the person opposite him should not be Shen Qi.

Judging from Wen Yan's social circle, Qi Yu'an felt that it was very likely that the person on the other side was Lu Junze.

This was the first time I felt Wen Yan’s smile was so dazzling.

He reminded her, "I'm fine now. Should I apply the medicine now?"

Wen Yan shifted her gaze from her phone to him. Her hair was still half wet, with a towel still hanging around her neck. She was wearing a simple bathrobe. The environment was so simple, but just standing there, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Wen Yan looked at it for a long time before coming back to her senses. Damn, how embarrassing! It was all because of Qi Yu'an's beauty.

Wen Yan blushed, and Qi Yuan was secretly happy.

To ease the awkwardness, Wen Yan asked a question: "Do you want to blow-dry your hair first?"

Qi Yu'an took the towel in his hand, wiped the water off his hair randomly, and refused: "No, I'll blow it if I don't dry it before going to bed."

Qi Yu'an was worried that Wen Yan would get impatient after waiting for too long.

Wen Yan didn't say anything else: "Well, let's get started."

Qi Yu'an: "Can I sit on the bed?"

Wen Yan thought for a moment and said, "Lie down. Also, you, take off your clothes."

Qi Yu'an didn't dare to laugh. He obediently took off his bathrobe, lay on the bed, and exposed his back.

Wen Yan initially thought that Qi Yu'an only had one wound, but now she discovered that there were two wounds on Qi Yu'an's body caused by being hit with a stick, and several bruises that she didn't know whether they were caused by punches or collisions.

His face suddenly darkened: "What's going on? It's so serious."

Qi Yu'an wanted to see Wen Yan feel sorry for him, but he also couldn't bear to see Wen Yan so disappointed.

He consoled her, "It just looks serious."

Wen Yan felt very depressed: "It's just a cell phone, so why are you so desperate?"

Qi Yu'an: "You are a public figure. If some secrets are leaked from your phone, you will lose more than you earn."

Ultimately, Qi Yu'an just wanted to protect Wen Yan.

Wen Yan's eyes were red. He suppressed the subtle emotion in his heart, poured the medicine into his palm and rubbed it to warm it up, and said in a low voice: "I'm starting."

Wen Yan's hand with medicated oil covered the red marks on Qi Yu'an's back. Qi Yu'an became so stiff that he dared not move.

Wen Yan thought he was too heavy-handed and consoled her softly, "Brother Qian said that you have to rub this in hard so that it can be absorbed, so it hurts a little, just bear with it."

Qi Yu'an didn't care whether it hurt or not. What made him afraid to move was Wen Yan's hand.

Wen Yan said that she would use some force to rub it open, but when she saw Qi Yu'an's stiff look, she eased off a little.

He is not a heart of stone. Qi Yu'an has been beaten like this, it's okay for him to be a little gentler.

But Wen Yan never expected that Qi Yu'an was thinking that the two hits were really worth it, and if possible, he would be willing to be hit twice again tomorrow.

Qi Yu'an lay in the middle of the bed, Wen Yan knelt on one side and rubbed him slowly. Gradually, Qi Yu'an felt that something was wrong with him, but he dared not say anything and endured it.