When Lu Yuan heard this, he followed his gaze and looked down at his wrist, only to find that there was blood on his wrist.
She thought she accidentally got it somewhere, so she raised her hand and looked at it, only to find that it was actually a wound on her hand.
It seems that Xiao Lang had some jewelry on his body and he accidentally scratched it while struggling just now.
Lu Yuan raised her head and was about to say something when Rong Heng was already standing in front of her, "Let's go to the hospital for treatment."
"No need." Lu Yuan said, "For minor injuries, just go up and find a piece of tape and put it on."
"Are you a doctor?" Rong Heng's tone was slightly harsh, "You have the final say whether the injury is minor or serious?"
Lu Yuan glanced at him and then said slowly: "I should still be able to make the decision about my own body."
"You-" Rong Heng seemed a little angry with her, looking at her with a very ugly face.
"Thank you just now." Lu Yuan said again, "Goodbye."
After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the corridor.
Rong Heng was so angry that her liver ached, and he turned around and walked towards his car.
Lu Yan took out the key and when he lowered his head to open the door, he couldn't hold the key firmly and fell to the ground.
She was about to bend down to pick it up when a pair of black leather shoes suddenly appeared next to her. Then, a slender hand with five fingers helped her pick up the key.
Lu Yuan raised his eyes and saw Rong Heng who had left and returned.
His face was still livid, and he looked at her, but said: "I knew you were injured, but you just turned around and walked away. If something happened to you, wouldn't Mu Qian be blamed on me? Do you have a medicine box upstairs?
, let me help you take care of the wound."
Lu Yuan paused, as if he wanted to say something else, but Rong Heng quickly looked away, inserted the key into the keyhole, opened the door for her without any refusal, and walked in first.
Lu Yuan looked at the open door, then at his back, and finally walked in.
Her studio is very small. The room of about 30 square meters is divided into two parts. The outside is a workshop, and the inside is a storage and lounge. It is really a bit crude.
Rong Heng seemed not to have expected that her studio would look like this, "You work here? How much is the monthly rent?"
"2800." Lu Yuan answered while looking for the medicine box.
This number also surprised Rong Heng. He glanced at her back and said slowly: "Is it necessary to be so economical?"
Lu Yuan paused for a moment. The next moment, she found the medicine box from the corner, picked it up, and then turned to look at Rong Heng and said, "I am very poor."
Hearing this, Rong Heng was startled for a moment, then reached out to take the medicine box in her hand, opened it without saying a word, and checked the contents inside.
Soon, he looked at the plain-looking Lu Yuan again, "The alcohol has expired, the cotton balls have expired, and the OK bandages have expired."
"Really?" Lu Yuan didn't seem to care much, "Can it still be used after it expires?"
Rong Heng couldn't help but look at her deeply, then took out his mobile phone, opened the food delivery app and clicked wildly.
After clicking, he put down his phone and said two words lightly: "Wait."
And Lu Yuan was staring at the wound on her wrist in a daze - at this moment, the wound had stopped bleeding, and besides, she didn't notice any pain from beginning to end, so it really wasn't a big problem.
She even felt that if she just washed the wound casually, it would be over.
She wanted to express her thoughts, but when she raised her eyes and saw Rong Heng's indifferent face, she still didn't say anything. She just said: "Whatever you want to drink, I'll pour it for you."
"No need." Rong Heng replied.
Lu Yuan stood up anyway.
"I said no," Rong Heng said, "Your hand is injured, can't you just rest for a while?"
"You don't have to, but I want to drink water." Lu Yuan replied.
She walked to the desk and took her own water cup, but saw Rong Heng frowning even more tightly. The next moment, he reached out and grabbed the cup from her hand, walked to the water dispenser, took the water, and turned back to hand it to her.
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Lu Yan stared at the cup in his hand for a moment, then took it and took a sip.
The water was very cold, so she swallowed it expressionlessly.
The two people just sat facing each other quietly, looking at each other without saying a word.
When it comes to getting along with others, Lu Yuan is quite calm, but Rong Heng is obviously not.
He looked around anxiously, looking around every corner of the studio. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Isn't that your boyfriend just now?"
Lu Yuan lowered his eyes lightly, "No."
Rong Heng's lips moved, "What about Huo Jinnan?"
Lu Yuan raised her eyes to look at him, slightly curved her lips, "He is very nice."
After hearing this, Rong Heng suddenly sneered, "So you are interested in him? Yes, women are probably attracted to men like that."
"What you said is sexist." Lu Yuan said, "But fortunately there are only two of us here, so I won't say anything."
Rong Heng's face turned cold instantly, "You don't understand Haolai's words, do you?"
Lu Yuan seemed to really not understand, and just looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer.
Rong Heng's face turned even darker. He paused for a while and then said, "Don't like him, he's not suitable for you."
"Oh." Lu Yuan responded, "Then who can I like?"
Hearing these words, Rong Heng paused suddenly and stared at her for a long time, but she always lowered her eyes.
He suddenly wondered, had her temper been this cold all along, or had she become like this after something happened?
Thinking of this, he suddenly couldn't sit still. Just when he was about to say something, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Just as Lu Yuan was about to get up, Rong Heng came to his senses and said, "I'll go."
He stood up, walked over, opened the door, took the medicine he ordered from the delivery man, and placed it in front of Lu Yuan.
"I'll treat your wound." Rong Heng said, "Stretch out your hand——"
Lu Yuan calmly handed over his hand.
Rong Heng added: "It might hurt a little."
"It's okay." Lu Yuan said, "I'm not afraid of pain."
Rong Heng couldn't help but look at her again, and then began to disinfect and treat her wounds.
She said she wasn't afraid of pain, and indeed she wasn't. When the alcohol was applied to the wound, she didn't even blink, as if she couldn't notice the pain.
"Have you always been so tolerant of pain?" Rong Heng couldn't help but ask again.
After hearing this, Lu Yuan replied: "Maybe it's because my pain nerves are numb, I don't feel any pain."
After hearing this, Rong Heng almost blurted out - didn't it hurt that night?
But when the words came to his lips, he finally held back.
In any case, she never admitted that it was her that night, so his questions were unnecessary.
Rong Heng didn't say anything else. He lowered his head and silently treated her wound, put the tape on it, and then said: "It's done."
"Thank you." Lu Yuan then said again, "Sorry to trouble you."
Rong Heng didn't answer, just lowered his head and organized the medicine box for her.
"There's no need to sort it out." Lu Yuan said, "Let me do it. It's getting late. You should go back first."
After speaking, Lu Yuan reached out his hand and tried to take over the organizing work in his hands.
The two hands touched each other inadvertently, and Rong Heng clearly noticed that her skin was slightly hot.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Why are your hands so hot? Do you have a fever?"
After saying that, he subconsciously went to explore her forehead.
Lu Yuan suddenly retreated a little, not letting him touch her.
Rong Heng's face suddenly stiffened again, and then he withdrew his hand, "If you have a fever, you'd better go to the hospital to avoid any infection."
"It's okay." Lu Yuan said, "A little fever, that's normal."
"Normal?" Rong Heng found it incredible, "Do you know you have a fever?"
"Yeah." Lu Yuan responded.
"Then you don't want to go to the hospital?"
"There's no need to go to the hospital, just take a nap and you'll be fine." Lu Yuan said.
Rong Heng just felt that she was so incomprehensible and unreasonable, "If you don't treat your illness in time, do you want to wait until the ambulance comes to take you to the hospital before seeing a doctor?"
"I'm really fine." Lu Yuan took a deep breath and could only tell the truth, "I have a low-grade fever for one or two days every month, and after one or two days I'll be fine."
Every month?
Rong Heng suddenly realized something, glanced at her again, quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Is this normal?"
"Um."
He was silent for a moment and then said again: "Then your physical fitness is really bad."
Lu Yuan listened and smiled slightly, "Of course I can't compare with you professionals."
Rong Heng originally wanted to say that normal people would not be in such poor health, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that he had said too much, so he swallowed them back.
"Let's go." Lu Yuan said, "I've already wasted too much of your time."
"You still want to work overtime?" Rong Heng frowned slightly and looked at her.
"There are still some things to deal with." Lu Yuan answered simply, and then said, "I'm going to the bathroom, so I won't send you off. Just help me open the door."
After saying that, she got up and walked to the bathroom.
Rong Heng was left sitting there alone. After being silent for a long time, his eyes fell on the glass of water in front of her.
The water he helped her get just now was all cold water according to his own habit, but she seemed to have drank it just now?
Rong Heng couldn't help but frown again.
By the time Lu Yuan came out of the bathroom, Rong Heng had already left.
She stood still for a moment, finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the table, and picked up her cup.
But the tentacles are heating up.
Lu Yuan was startled and looked at the cup in his hand.
The glass of cold water before has been replaced by warm water.
She brought the water glass to her lips and took a sip of hot water, but she still held it in her mouth and did not swallow it for a long time.
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The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning, a delivery boy in uniform walked into the apartment where Lu Yuan's studio was located.
He walked to Lu Yuan's door according to the address and rang the doorbell for a long time, but there was no response.
The takeaway boy frowned, looked at the takeout order, and called the phone number on the order, "Hello, Miss Lu? The takeout you ordered has arrived. I'm at your door. Are you not at home?
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"Hold!"
On the other end of the phone, a man's rough voice suddenly came.
The delivery boy was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say something else, the other party had already hung up the phone.
When he wanted to call again, he saw a tall, thin, handsome man rushing up from upstairs, walked up to him, and knocked on the door in front of him, "Lu Yuan! Lu Yuan