Xue Rin was stunned.

The woman on the couch had woken up.

"You're back."

Her voice was a little soft, and she rubbed her eyes, and the loose sleeves of her dress fell down, revealing a pair of slender wrists.

On the originally smooth wrist bone, there were a few traces of broken skin rubbing at first glance, which was obvious.

Xue Rin'an grabbed her wrist and pulled down the sleeves of her pajamas.

On the forearm, there are also red marks.

He suddenly remembered that when he leaned over to hug Jiang Jianing just now, it was clear that he didn't use his strength, but her eyebrows were slightly frowning in pain.

"What's going on?"

When I lifted her dress, I found a bruise on her back waist, and the blood-stained red bruises were obvious.

Xue Rin'an's voice was already a little hoarse, and a strange pain crossed his heart.

Jiang Jianing: "It's okay."

"Jiang Jianing," Xue Rin'an opened her mouth to call her name, "don't try to fool me."

Jiang Jianing's eyes faded after a light sleep, and she was a little sober, she blinked, "Mr. Xue, you are serious."

What she said was a pun.

Is he serious about this matter, or is he serious about her.

Xue Rin'an held her shoulder, squinted her eyes, and after a few seconds, she withdrew her gaze, stood up directly, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Jiang Jianing rubbed his legs.

She propped up her forehead, how could she wait for someone to wait for sleep.

The distance was close, and Jiang Jianing smelled the smell of wine on him just now.

It's obvious.

That...... Let's make him some decanting soup.

She went to the kitchen, took fresh ingredients from the fridge, cut them and put them in the pot.

She leaned against the cooking table next to her, staring at the small pale blue flame that jumped up, a little distracted.

When Xue Rin'an walked down the stairs again, he had already changed into home clothes and carried a white medicine box in his hand.

"Jiang Jianing."

"Yes."

Jiang Jianing poked his head out of the kitchen wall.

Xue Rin'an walked over, "What are you boiling?"

"Decanting soup," Jiang Jianing said, "Someone, after a hangover, loves to have a headache, and if you don't drink some decanting soup, you will lose your temper the next day."

The corners of Xue Rin'an's mouth hooked slightly, "You don't have to confine me."

Jiang Jianing: "You know."

He grabbed Jiang Jianing's wrist, "You come out with me."

Jiang Jianing saw that the sobering soup would take a few minutes to boil, so he walked out with her.

Xue Rinan wore a set of khaki loungewear, which was similar to Jiang Jianing's long cardigan, and it seemed to be a couple's outfit.

She sat Jiang Jianing on a chair, put the medicine box on the table, opened it and took out a salve from it.

The ointment is in English.

Jiang Jianing glanced at the manual.

It is a basic ointment that invigorates blood and relieves pain and stasis, but this brand ...... It seems to be imported, and it is not easy to buy.

Xue Rin'an unscrewed the cap, dipped some in a cotton swab, and smeared it on her wrist, "I asked Ah Shen, this is what I used for bruises."

Seeing that she didn't speak, Xue Rin'an added, "I asked Ah Shen just now."

Jiang Jianing: "......"

She paused before she said, "Where's the vinegar smell, so big."

Xue Rin'an stretched out a free hand and pinched her face.

The woman slept full, and it felt soft to the touch.

The ointment was somewhat cold and cold and covered her skin, forming a film immediately.

The cotton swab was really a little difficult to operate, so Xue Rinan simply discarded the cotton swab and smeared it on the fingertips.

"You turn around."

Jiang Jianing's fall was not light, it was true that the bruises on her body were faintly painful, and after applying the ointment, to a certain extent, it did relieve her pain.

Xue Rinan held Jiang Jianing's shoulders and asked her to flip

In the past, lying on the table.

She had a serious abrasion on her lower back, stretching from her lower back to her hips, her pajama pants were pulled down, and behind her thigh, there was also a large bruise about fifteen centimeters long, congested and bruised, which looked extremely horrible and terrifying.

He touched it a little harder, and Jiang Jianing gasped.

"It hurts."

Xue Rin'an's fingers swirled around her thighs with the ointment, "You still know that it hurts?"

"I'm not a stone man," Jiang Jianing leaned over, propped her arms on the table, and turned her head sideways to look at Jiang Jianing, "Of course it hurts."

Xue Rin'an snorted, "I've always thought you were a stone man."

There are no seven emotions and six desires.

Calm and even bland.

If he hadn't seen the pantry with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

Jiang Jianing is bloody.

"Not only does it hurt, but I feel it."

Xue Rin'an glanced at her deeply, put the ointment aside, and smeared a layer of medicinal oil on the palm of his hand, helping Jiang Jianing to rub away the blood.

Under the slender waist that peeks out of the cardigan is a soft waist socket.

Jiang Jianing couldn't stop screaming.

His strength was strong, and the pain was obvious.

The man's large palms wrapped around her waist, which was so slender that it protruded from her bones, and his breath fell on her sideburns......

The man was now dressed in regular loungewear, her elbows propped up on the dining table, her shirt half-tucked up, her baggy pajama pants piled up at her feet......

On the wall of the dining table, there is a dim wall lamp.

The light of the wall lamp shone on the two of them, and the figures were projected and magnified on the large decorative wall of the restaurant.

Men and women overlapped, men's chests pressed against her back.

In the kitchen, the sound of boiling decanting soup is buoshing, especially on a quiet night like Long Island, when it comes to the eardrums.

Jiang Jianing's eyes were dyed with a faint red, and he turned his head to look at Xue Rin'an, his lips were sealed.

In the end, Jiang Jianing's pants were all picked up and worn by Xue Rin'an.

"I'll go to the kitchen and look at the decanting soup."

After Jiang Jianing finished speaking, he was about to stand up, but as soon as his legs were weak, he crashed into the man's arms.

He took her by the waist and turned.

As soon as Jiang Jianing's waist touched the dining table, the edges of the dining table were just touching the bruises on her lower back, and she whispered.

Xue Rin'an took a step forward, changed places with Jiang Jianing, supported her weak waist, and let her lean against him, "Can you stand firm?"

Jiang Jianing: "Yes."

Xue Rin'an pulled a chair for her to sit down, "You better sit, I'll go to the kitchen."

Jiang Jianing still followed him to the kitchen.

Fortunately, Jiang Jianing added a lot of water, and after boiling the decanting soup for more than half an hour, only a chopped ingredient was left to boil underneath.

Jiang Jianing looked at Xue Rin'an's disgusted look, so he simply used heat-insulating gloves to cushion it and poured the remaining "decanting soup" into the bowl.

Half a pot of water, only half a small bowl remains.

The color is a rich black-gray color, which contrasts sharply with the edges of the white porcelain bowl.

Jiang Jianing brought it over, "This is the final essence, sober up immediately."

Xue Rin'an: "......"

Jiang Jianing: "Drink."

He glanced at her, "Do you know what I'm thinking about now?"

Jiang Jianing: "Huh?"

"I think I should give you a voiceover," Xue Rin'an: "Dalang, it's time to drink the medicine."

Jiang Jianing: "......"

It is estimated that it was because of the night, Jiang Jianing's brain was dull for a few seconds before he burst out laughing, poked his forehead with his fingers, and said angrily, "I want to beat you."