"I'll just do it myself."

Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her left hand and wanted to take the ointment from his hand, but his hand reached over and held her wrist, while dipping the cotton swab in the ointment and carefully smearing the skin that she had come out of due to allergies.

The ointment was slightly cool on the skin, but his palm was as warm as she remembered, gently supporting her wrist, steady, but the hand was very gentle and careful, for fear of hurting her.

Feeling the cotton swab gently scratching her skin, she only felt the hairs on her body stand on end, and her heartbeat instinctively accelerated.

Not daring to look at him, she casually pulled the porridge bowl and ate to distract herself.

After painting his left hand, Leng Zimo got up and sat on her right.

"Right hand."

She obediently put down the spoon and reached out her right hand.

Help her apply the ointment, Leng Zimo threw away the cotton swab, "Don't take a shower tonight, apply it again after taking a shower tomorrow morning." ”

“xiexie。” Luo Xiaoqian pushed his porridge bowl over, "You can eat too." ”

Noticing the red stain on the side of her neck, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and reached over to her, brushing her hair aside, and sure enough, he saw that there was also a large red pimple on the side of her ear.

"You ......" Luo Xiaoqian felt his movements, and her body stiffened.

“biedong。” He put his arm around her neck and carefully moved the swab over it.

He was close to her, one hand still on her ear, intently helping her apply the ointment, feeling his gentle movements, his breath gently brushing her hair.

All of a sudden, her blood poured all over her face, and her already allergic and red face became more and more red and was about to drip blood.

Leng Zimo helped her apply the ointment, but a trance drawing flashed in her mind.

The painting was similar to the current scene, and he was also applying ointment to a person, 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 remember it more carefully, it had already disappeared from his mind.

At this time, Leng Zimo didn't know that it was a fragment of his memory.

Five years ago, in EM's office, on the day Luo Xiaoqian agreed to be his lover, he also helped her buy porridge and apply ointment.

His head hurt again.

Retracting his hands, he lifted his hand to hold his aching temple.

"Zimo, what's wrong with you?" Luo Xiaoqian put down the spoon in her hand and looked at it worriedly, "Is your head hurting again?" ”

Leng Zimo raised his face and met her eyes full of concern, as if he had received some kind of comfort, the irritated emotions in his mind settled down inexplicably, and it seemed that the headache had been alleviated by a few points at once.

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 checkup, you must not have been there yet?!" ”

"If you go with me, I'll go."

Luo Xiaoqian frowned, "Leng Zimo, you are very naïve like this. ”

"Remove the last name." He said.

"You...... Okay, I'll go with you, I'll take time as soon as possible. Luo Xiaoqian thought for a moment, "However, you are not allowed to tell others." ”

"You mean, promise to associate with me, right?" He asked.

Luo Xiaoqian was full of helplessness, in front of this man, she only had to admit defeat!

"Okay, I promise, but you have to promise me to keep it a secret from everyone, including ...... Your assistant, your friend...... Everyone, if you can do it, I'll say yes. ”

She was worried about his body, she couldn't let him go like this again, she had to take him for a check-up to make sure there was nothing wrong with his body to rest assured.