"I'll lend you my room, don't be angry." Qiao Muyuan knew that this was her fault. She didn't take care of Peter. Peter was usually very obedient, but today he might have become disobedient when he saw a stranger.

Ji Changmu didn't say anything.

He followed Qiao Muyuan upstairs.

The spiral staircase is made very retro, with luxurious texture, and the handrails are made of fine wood.

The second floor is Qiao Muyuan's room.

She opened the door, and the room was filled with the scent of roses that girls especially like.

"Professor, did Pete bite you? If so, I will take you for an injection."

"No, I was burned."

Qiao Muyuan closed the door: "Then change your clothes and apply the ointment quickly. If you don't apply it, scars will remain."

"If there is a scar, I will be able to think of you as the perpetrator immediately when I see you in the future."

"Then I will always be hated by you." Qiao Muyuan pouted, "I am not the perpetrator...Wait a minute, Professor, don't take off your clothes yet..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Changmu took off the casual sweater on his upper body. He was wearing nothing underneath, and there was a piece of burned skin from the collarbone down.

Qiao Muyuan didn't want to leave, nor did he leave. The hand holding the ointment trembled slightly.

She didn't know where to look with her eyes. Facing him, her heart suddenly felt like the ocean under huge waves, undulating and beating continuously.

"Apply medicine." Ji Changmu sat down indifferently.

Qiao Muyuan suppressed the emotions in his heart, dipped his soft fingers into the ointment, gently applied it on him, rubbed it, and made circular motions.

Ji Changmu's originally clear eyes became cloudy, his breath became heavy and erratic.

Qiao Muyuan was very serious about her work, for fear of hurting him, so she started very gently, even getting close to his neck, and applied medicine to him carefully. Her breath, as gentle as catkins in March, fell on his neck gently.

, and a little bit of candy aroma.

The light in Ji Changmu's eyes became more and more burning, his throat moved, and he looked closely at the little girl who was applying the medicine to him.

The little girl's delicate and sweet face is flawless, like a shelled egg, white and translucent, with long curly eyelashes and a pair of big, bright eyes hidden under her eyelids.

"Okay." The little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When she raised her head, she happened to look into Ji Changmu's dark, dark eyes with unknown meaning, and her heart skipped a beat.

When she was at a loss, she lowered her head suddenly, and she saw his strong and sexy upper body again. It was wild and charming. She was very close and could see it very clearly.

The little girl had never seen a man like this, and her face turned red again.

"I'll go downstairs and put the ointment back."

Flee in despair.

The corners of Ji Changmu's lips curved, and he lowered his head to press the wound.

Downstairs, Qiao Muyuan hid in the bathroom and looked up at the mirror. Her face in the mirror was red.

My heart was beating for no reason.

The hand that applied the ointment seemed to still have warmth that lingered for a long time. There was a strong smell of ointment in the nose, and there was also some smell that belonged to Ji Changmu.

After a long time, he heard the sound of Peter scratching the door outside the bathroom. Qiao Muyuan came to his senses, washed his hands, and came out.

Peter didn't know that he was the perpetrator. He squatted on the ground and looked at Qiao Muyuan fawningly.

Qiao Muyuan picked it up and beat it a few times: "Pete is a bad guy! He does bad things all day long!"

The big dog couldn’t understand anything anyway, so it barked twice.

Qiao Muyuan didn't go back upstairs for a long time.
Chapter completed!