An Jingxing had never been served like this before. He only felt his ears heating up. He didn't know if he saw it.
The sound of the hairdryer was very loud, and she always felt that at certain times, this man cared a lot about her, and at other times, he seemed to be deliberately alienating himself and being indifferent.
It gave her a sense of déjà vu.
But she had no memory of ever knowing such a powerful man, except... the masked devil in those ten months.
An Jingxing naturally didn't want to think of that man. That man was a nightmare to her. Now that nightmare was finally over, she just hoped that she could forget all that as soon as possible.
Why do I still think of it?
She frowned and cursed herself for being too suspicious. When she came to her senses, her hair was almost dry.
Tang Qianrong stroked her long hair with his gentle hands, then took the comb to comb it for her and placed it on her left shoulder.
"The wound needs to be disinfected. It may hurt a little, so bear with it."
When he heard Tang Qianrong say this, An Jingxing instinctively thought of the medical kit he just carried. Was this man just here to change his medicine?
Not letting herself continue thinking, she nodded and gritted her teeth.
Gunshot wounds are always very deep, and even if disinfected, the affected area must be wiped thoroughly to be effective.
An Jingxing felt the cotton soaked in alcohol tearing at the wound, causing burning pain, but she did not cry out because she felt that it looked too weak.
Looking at An Jingxing like this, Tang Qianrong felt as if a breath was stuck in his chest. He thought of the past and everything that happened to this little woman, and the hand holding the cotton could not help but tighten slightly.
After a while, An Jingxing finally felt that it was not fatal, but the endless pain was finally over.
When Tang Qianrong was packing the medicine box, An Jingxing couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. After all, she was only wearing a bath towel and she couldn't change clothes in front of him, so she said something.
"Mr. Tang... it's getting late, you..."
"I'll sleep in this room tonight." Tang Qianrong's voice was calm, neither cold nor hot.
But An Jingxing was dumbfounded. Although the price he had set for himself was quite clear before, he was still injured. How could this man have such strong taste?
I am afraid of returning, but in the end it is the path I choose. The mouth that eats people is short, and the hands that take people are short.
An Jingxing frowned and made up his mind, whispering three words with an expression as if he was going to die.
"knew."
Tang Qianrong didn't look at her face. Naturally, he didn't know what this little woman had misunderstood. He just put the medical box on the coffee table aside, got up, walked to the closet nearby, took out the bath towel and pajamas, and said casually.
.
"I'm going to take a shower, you go to sleep first."
Seeing Tang Qianrong's open wardrobe, An Jingxing realized that this room was his bedroom?
Fortunately, she thought it was a guest room at first.
Seeing Tang Qianrong walk into the bathroom, An Jingxing felt like his heart was beating like a deer.
She sat on the sofa and pondered for a long time, and finally decided to turn off the light, take off her bath towel, and finally lay on the bed naked.
Wouldn't this be more convenient?
Perhaps because of convenience, he would finish things earlier when he was happy, so she would be even more grateful.
