Chu Mucheng heard this and laughed.
"What, worried about me? How about you protect me when the time comes?"
An Xiaoyu made a vomiting gesture.
"Cut, I don’t have that much free time! With so many other girls around you, I’m worried that I’ll end up being beat up by a crowd!"
As they spoke, they finished dinner just like yesterday, and An Xiaoyu tidied up the dishes and was about to leave the kitchen.
This time, Chu Mucheng didn’t block her way but said lightly, "How about you change my dressing?"
An Xiaoyu scratched her head, "Why not go to the hospital?"
Chu Mucheng raised an eyebrow, "I’m busy, no time!"
Huh... is that even a reason?
Chu Mucheng sat on the couch, grabbing the medical kit, which contained tweezers, medicine, and gauze.
An Xiaoyu sat down beside Chu Mucheng.
"Aren’t you afraid of a scar staying on your forehead?"
Not only is a woman’s appearance important, but a man’s as well!
Chu Mucheng smiled, "Do you think, in case a scar remains on my head, it will remind you every time you see it that you owe me your life?" The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Cough cough..." An Xiaoyu coughed twice, "I will remember your lifesaving grace deeply! So, there’s no need for you to remind me ! Besides, if your face gets ruined, it would be a matter for a lifetime!"
Chu Mucheng’s gaze was filled with tenderness, "What, worried that I won’t be able to find a wife if my face is ruined? If that’s really the case, then you are responsible. How about you marry me when the time comes?"
An Xiaoyu rejected Chu Mucheng’s suggestion with a single word.
She efficiently cleaned his wound and then changed the dressing.
The scar on the forehead wasn’t very big, An Xiaoyu focused on his forehead, yet she could feel Chu Mucheng’s burning gaze approaching.
She tried hard not to look into his eyes, but she simply couldn’t avoid it.
Previously, Chu Mucheng always glared at her fiercely, but now the change in style was so abrupt, she felt it hard to adjust, somewhat... indigestible.
"Chu Mucheng, close your eyes!"
God, I can’t take this anymore!
Why does the Chu Mucheng in front of her feel so unfamiliar, almost unrecognizable?
Chu Mucheng obediently closed his eyes.
An Xiaoyu quickly cleaned his forehead wound, then bowed her head and unwrapped the gauze from his hand, before changing it. Just seeing the mangled flesh of his palm made her body involuntarily shiver; after all, it looked heart-wrenching!
However, her movements were even gentler.
With his eyes closed, Chu Mucheng could still feel the faint fragrance of the girl beside him, and her hands holding his, and the other helping him change the dressing, were so gentle like butterfly wings fluttering over his heart, filled with an unmelting tenderness.
At that moment, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.
An Xiaoyu bandaged his palm, but her skills weren’t as good as a doctor’s, and under her layers of wrapping, his palm ended up looking like a bear’s paw.
"Alright! But my bandaging skills are clumsy and it looks a bit ugly! Next time, you should go to the hospital to change the dressings! Also, I’m not responsible for any scars that spoil your looks!"
Saying this, An Xiaoyu stood up to leave, but Chu Mucheng grabbed her wrist and pulled with force. Caught off guard, An Xiaoyu fell into Chu Mucheng’s arms.
Chu Mucheng drew her in with his left arm, holding her tightly, soft in his embrace, heart racing.
An Xiaoyu was startled and instantly scowled.
"Chu Mucheng, you..."
Before she could finish, Chu Mucheng gently placed his injured right index finger on her lips. The warm touch instantly penetrated her skin.
Looking at her intently, he whispered softly, "Actually, I want to tell you, you don’t have to worry, even if I end up disfigured, I wouldn’t trouble you. Because, I would do it willingly!"