Han Yixing was wandering outside his door with a medicine box. Why on earth did he put his hand into her mouth just now? Also, why did he kiss her in the car before?
Her heartbeat seemed to have never returned to normal tonight, but thinking of his injury, she really didn't have time to worry about it for too long. She opened the door and went in, but she didn't see him.
She was stunned for a moment. She couldn't be taking a bath, right? How should he take a bath for his wound?
But he still couldn't help but walked to the bathroom door, knocked on it, and coughed slightly, "Hey, are you in there? Don't get the wound wet!"
Meng Beichen turned around when she came in. Seeing her like that, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "I'm not in there." But when he said this, there was a flash of evil in his eyes,
The blue light that sets it off is deeper.[
Han Yixing turned around, embarrassed, "Meng Beichen, is it fun to bully me?"
Why are you running over there when you have nothing to do? Are you still not wearing clothes? Do you want to let the wound blow air?
He sighed helplessly, "Little guy, did I bully you? But it's fun to bully you." He nodded seriously, which earned her a look that almost jumped.
When Han Yixing saw him approaching, he put his hand on his waist and ordered, "Sit over there!"
This time he didn't refute her and walked towards the sofa. Han Yixing followed like a little nurse carrying the medicine box.
Half-kneeling behind him, she gently lifted off the small pieces of gauze. Seeing some signs of inflammation in his wound, she couldn't help but frown, "Meng Beichen, why are you going out the window? The wound is about to become inflamed.
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"I'm going to look at the stars." He murmured, but did not look back.
"Well……"
Han Yixing was stunned for a moment and couldn't answer anything. He was looking at the stars. Since when did he like looking at the stars?
After applying the medicine and gauze again, Han Yixing looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction. In fact, her hands were very skillful. She cut the hair squarely, and she showed him a mirror with some arrogance.
"How's it going? Is it similar to Dr. Zhang's technique? It seems that I, Han Yixing, can learn everything quickly."
"Well, it's not bad." He also rarely praised her, but when she put the mirror back, he said, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Oh, I'll go then." She thought for a moment and put the medicine box directly in his room. His wound would probably need to be redressed anyway.
"You help me wash it." He took it very seriously, stretched out his hand and dragged her to the bathroom.