Morning.
Liu Qingru had already prepared breakfast, but Yaoyao was the only one at the table. As for Yang Fan, he was lying on the bed, curled up in a pile, unable to get up!
Yang Fan really wants to cry!
At this moment, he felt pain when lying on his side, lying flat, and curling up. He had no idea what posture to adopt to relieve the pain.
How strong is Liu Qingru?
Isn't the kick too hard?
Did she really think he was a gangster? Or was she deliberately seeking revenge?
Yang Fan no longer had the energy to think about these things. He just curled up on the bed, screaming in pain: "Ouch! I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die! It's over, it's over, my life is definitely ruined..."
“Squeak!”
The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Liu Qingru also walked in from outside. However, after hearing Yang Fan's wailing, she couldn't help laughing, but her pretty face also turned slightly red.
"Why are you screaming? As a man, can't you bear such a little pain?" Liu Qingru glared at Yang Fan, then closed the door.
"You call this a little bit painful? Please! You kicked my vital point!" Yang Fan was about to cry.
"Who told you to touch me?" Liu Qingru couldn't help but laugh again, but she quickly said softly, "Okay, stop yelling. I was wrong this time."
"Hiss! Did you kick me to death? It's been a long time, why is it still painful?" Yang Fan's curled up body was trembling slightly.
Hearing Yang Fan still crying out in pain, a flash of panic flashed across Liu Qingru's eyes. She nervously sat down next to Yang Fan, then gently grabbed his arm and asked, "Is it really still hurting?"
"Hiss! Ouch... If it doesn't hurt, why would I scream?" Yang Fan's teeth were almost broken.
"Let me see where you are hurt?" Liu Qingru finally showed anxiety on her face.
Yang Fan: “…”
A moment later, Liu Qingru, with a blushing face, reached out to check Yang Fan's injuries and asked softly, "Does it hurt here?"
"It doesn't hurt here." Yang Fan shook his head.
"Here?" Liu Qingru's finger moved a little downwards.
"Uh...it doesn't hurt here either." Yang Fan replied truthfully.
"Here?" Liu Qingru's hand moved down a little again.
"It doesn't hurt." Yang Fan shook his head and said.
Liu Qingru slapped Yang Fan's arm in annoyance, then said in a cold voice: "Since it doesn't hurt, then why are you still shouting? Hurry up and get up and have breakfast!"
"Hiss! It really hurts! Your hand didn't touch the right place just now..." Yang Fan wailed again.
"What should we do then?"
Liu Qingru suddenly hesitated. If Yang Fan was really seriously injured, then he would have no choice but to go to the hospital. If he didn't get timely treatment, and if he developed any chronic illness, wouldn't he regret it for the rest of his life?
So Liu Qingru immediately suggested: "Yang Fan, should I take you to the hospital?"
"Huh?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this, then shook his head vigorously and said, "No, I won't go! This is too embarrassing!"
"Why is it embarrassing? It's better than...if you don't go to the hospital, what if you get sick? What should you do then?" Liu Qingru seemed a little anxious.
"Qingru, I remember there is a bottle of safflower oil in your room? Can you get it for me?" Yang Fan suddenly made a suggestion.
"Are you sure that applying safflower oil will work?" A hint of doubt flashed in Liu Qingru's eyes.
"Never mind, let's give it a try first?" Yang Fan said with a stiff upper lip.
"Oh well."
After Liu Qingru said this, she immediately hurried into the bedroom next door and brought over the bottle of safflower oil.
Looking at Yang Fan curled up on the bed, a trace of heartache flashed across Liu Qingru's face. She sat down next to Yang Fan and quickly opened the bottle of safflower oil.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Without waiting for Yang Fan to speak, Liu Qingru poured some safflower oil into her palm and rubbed it vigorously.
"Qingru, what are you doing?" Yang Fan's eyelids trembled slightly.
"Isn't this what happened when you applied safflower oil to my ankle last time?"
As Liu Qingru spoke, she reached out to pull down Yang Fan's pants. This scared Yang Fan, and he immediately covered the waistband of his pants tightly, refusing to let Liu Qingru succeed no matter what.
"Yang Fan, what are you doing?" Liu Qingru asked angrily and amusedly.
"Um... can you give me the safflower oil or let me do it myself?" Yang Fan's cheeks felt slightly hot.
"When did you become so pretentious? I'll count to three, and then take off your pants!" Liu Qingru glared at Yang Fan in dissatisfaction.
Yang Fan: “…”
Perhaps because Yang Fan remained motionless, Liu Qingru decisively read out a number: "One!"
"Qingru, let me do it myself, you..."
"two!"
"Qingru, you..."
"three!"
“Swish!”
Yang Fan only felt his pants loosen and his legs became cold, then he closed his eyes and dared not look at Liu Qingru's face again.
So embarrassing!
Being stared at so closely by a woman, and staring at that very place, it would be strange if I wasn't embarrassed!
"Hiss! Yang Fan, you've got a big red spot here... Bear with it, I'm going to start applying medicine on you, it might hurt a little..."
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