"Why hasn't your wound healed in the back?"

Si Ran couldn't help but ask when he saw the wound on her back, with worry and blame in his tone.

"Why don't you apply the medicine?"

The thought that the scar on the back did not heal, it is estimated that it may be the reason why she did not apply the ointment.

Si Ran suppressed the anger in his tone, and looked at the person in the spring with a faint look.

"Sometimes you can't erase it."

The slightly aggrieved voice made Si Ran choke for a moment.

Most of the time, only Si Ran and Chi Yao lived in this place, so he sometimes failed to fully take care of Chi Yao's living problems.

Si Ran's tone softened suddenly, and beckoned to her, "Come here." ”

Chi Yao hesitated for a second, and then swam in his direction, but he didn't want to get closer to his direction, and the water of the cold spring moved down more and more.

Chi Yao looked at the moving waterline and hesitated.

Suddenly, there was a pop, and the water splash in front of her was stirred, and when she opened her eyes again, it was Si Ran who had entered the water.

His clothes, wet from the cold spring, stuck to his body, exposing his graceful curves, and some of the spring water even dripped down his jawline as he entered the water.

Following the dripping of the water droplets, Chi Yao also followed his gaze.

"Where?"

Si Ran put his hand against her forehead, turned her around with a serious face, and asked her to turn her back to her.

He tore off the fabric of his clothes and wrapped his hand, stained one side of the cloth with ointment, the milky white ointment was gently applied to the hideous scar, and the wound that had already scabbed over no longer had the pain of just starting to apply the medicine, but with a trace of itching, which made her can't help but want to scratch it.

But he didn't want to wait for her to get started, his other hand clasped her wrist, and his soft voice carried a little tenderness, "Don't move." ”

Chi Yao was caught by him, and she couldn't move for a while, and the itch in that place seemed to be transmitted to her beating heartbeat.

The long process of taking medicine has finally passed, leaving only a faint embarrassment and ambiguity in the air.

Chi Yao struggled slightly with the wrist he held in the palm of his hand, and only then did Si Ran react and let go of her hand, and before letting go, he couldn't help rubbing his soft wrist.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt."

Si Ran didn't call himself a teacher, because he already knew that he hadn't fulfilled his responsibilities as a master, and he also understood that he didn't want to be her master anymore.

"It's okay, it's the master..."

"No, not the master."

Si Ran looked up at her with a strong sense of possessiveness, and his indifferent and detached appearance in the past was slightly different.

"It's me, I'm rude to you."

The word "I" bites extremely hard, as if emphasizing some identity.

"Chi Yao, so do you understand my intentions?"

The god of war who tried to keep the difference between men and women even looked at the person in front of him with a faint prayer, it turned out that even the god of war was looking forward to love.

[The male protagonist's blackening value is 5.] 】

Chi Yao lowered her head and didn't make a sound, and Si Ran also waited for the arrangement of fate.

She was silent for a long time, so that he understood her mind.

It turned out that he was really abrupt.

He laughed to himself.

When Si Ran was about to turn around and leave, a soft little hand gently grabbed the corner of his clothes, and he looked in the direction of this hand, it was Chi Yao who was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva.

"I understand, it's just that I'm a little scared."

Chi Yao took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm trying to accept that everything tonight is not an illusion, because I'm afraid it's my fantasy." ”