"Tsk!" Yan Muye tried to lighten her footsteps as much as possible. But just as she walked forward, her calf accidentally touched a chair. The chair collided with his leg, and Yan Muye's entire body fell, almost in pain.

Yan Muye bent down and rubbed his legs, then let out a long sigh. Hearing Yan Muye's 'tsk', Leng Fu Xiao's original brows couldn't help but move. But soon it was back to normal.

By the light by the window, Yan Muye distinguished the medicine in his hand, and then dipped a cotton swab in some medicine, carefully looking at the injuries on Leng Fu Xiao's body.

It seems that he was badly wounded, although only in flesh. But the pain is also certain, I really don't know why he is so reckless and irritable, where he has such a big temper.

Yan Muye kept his head down, and Leng Fu Xiao secretly threw his eyes at the person in front of him from his eyelashes. Then he looked at the woman in front of him who was very careful to help him deal with the wound. And the entanglements on her face all fell into Leng Fu Xiao's eyes.

Leng Fu Xiao didn't know why, but a blazing warm current surged up in the deepest part of his heart. The warmth made his whole body tremble, and he felt that his heartbeat was not normal.

I really don't know why this woman is so happy as long as he treats herself a little bit better. What was he happy about?

Leng Fu Wuwu struggled with this question.

Yan Muye helped him apply the wound one after another, and when the wound was finished, Yan Muye raised his head again and looked at the person on the bed.

This man slept really well, but he was really good-looking. If he didn't speak, I'm afraid that no one would be able to expose the naivety under his skin.

Yan Muye suddenly wanted to spoof on him. Thinking like this, Yan Muye swept a marker pen through the darkness and the bright moonlight outside the window. That marker pen was used by Bai Yuxiao to mark things before, and Yan Muye didn't know if there was any water.

Regardless of whether he could still write or not, Yan Muye decided to try. Thinking like this, Yan Muye walked to the side, then picked up the pen and looked at the face on the bed again.

What should I write about?

Yan Muye suddenly thought of a word, and then brushed Leng Fu Xiao's forehead with a marker.

'King'.

The cold touch of the tip of the pen crossed his forehead, and Leng Fu Xiao forcibly held back the smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he was very curious about what words this woman would leave on his face. It seemed that he had been treated like this for the first time in his life, and this feeling was a little strange, and a little ...... Willing???

"That's it."

Yan Muye couldn't help but laugh. Seeing the word on his forehead, Yan Muye immediately thought of the tiger in the forest. Whenever this man loses his temper, it seems that he can really be compared to a tiger. It's all so irritable, so irrational.

After everything was done, Yan Muye once again put all those medicines into his small pocket. Before leaving, Yan Muye looked at Leng Fu Xiao who was lying on the bed. I don't know what kind of heart it is, Yan Muye saw the quilt on one side, and then reached out and pulled it over and covered him.

Confirming that he had not left anything behind, Yan Muye tiptoed out of the door again.