Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her left hand to take the ointment from his hand, but his hand reached over and held her wrist. At the same time, he dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and carefully applied it on the skin that had popped up due to allergies.
diagnosis.
The ointment was slightly cool when applied to her skin, but his palm was as warm as she remembered, gently supporting her wrist steadily, but that hand was extremely gentle and careful, as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Feeling the cotton swab gently scratching her skin, she felt the hairs all over her body stand on end and her heartbeat speeding up.
Not daring to look at him, she took the porridge bowl away and ate to distract herself.
After painting his left hand, Leng Zimo stood up and sat on her right side.
"Right hand."
She put down the spoon obediently and stretched out her right hand.
After applying the ointment on her, Leng Zimo threw away the cotton swab and said, "Don't take a shower tonight. Apply it again after you take a shower tomorrow morning."
"Thank you." Luo Xiaoqian pushed his porridge bowl over, "You can eat too."
Noticing the red stains on the side of her neck, he raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand towards her, and brushed her hair to one side. Sure enough, he saw a large red pimple on the side of her ear.
"You..." Luo Xiaoqian felt his movement and her body froze.
"Don't move." He held her neck and carefully moved the cotton swab.
He was very close to her, with one hand still on her ear, helping her apply the ointment attentively, feeling his gentle movements and his breath gently passing through her hair.
All the blood rushed to her face all of a sudden, and her face, which was already allergic and red, became even redder and was about to bleed.
Leng Zimo helped her apply the ointment, but a trance-like picture suddenly flashed in his mind.
The painting was similar to the current scene. He was also helping a person apply ointment, but he was standing behind the person and did not see the other person's face clearly.
The painting was fleeting, and when he wanted to recall it carefully, it had already disappeared from his mind.
At this time, Leng Zimo didn't know that those were fragments of his memory.
Five years ago, on the day Luo Xiaoqian agreed to be his lover in EM's office, he had also helped her buy porridge and apply ointment.
His head hurt again.
Withdrawing his hands, he raised his hands to hold his aching temples.
"Zimo, what's wrong with you?" Luo Xiaoqian put down the spoon in her hand and looked over worriedly, "Does your head hurt again?"
Leng Zimo raised his face and met her concerned eyes. As if he had received some kind of comfort, the irritating emotions in his head inexplicably calmed down, and his headache seemed to have suddenly eased a few points.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Luo Xiaoqian became more and more worried, "Is your head okay? Didn't you promise to go to the hospital for a check-up? You must have not gone there yet?!"
"If you go with me, I will go."
Luo Xiaoqian frowned, "Leng Zimo, you are so childish."
"Get rid of the last name," he said.
"You... okay, I'll go with you and I'll find time as soon as possible." Luo Xiaoqian thought for a while, "But you are not allowed to tell others."
"You mean, agree to date me, right?" he asked.
Luo Xiaoqian was helpless. In front of this man, she had no choice but to admit defeat!
"Okay, I agree, but you have to promise me to keep it secret from everyone, including... your assistant, your friends... everyone. If you can do it, I will agree."
She was very worried about his health. She couldn't let him let it go anymore. She had to take him for a checkup to make sure there was nothing wrong with his body before she could rest assured.
