"Did you get new lipstick?" he asked.

"You all know this..."

"There's nothing wrong with my taste." He chuckled.

This time...it's grape flavored, with a hint of mint coolness.

Qiao Muyuan doesn't like to wear lipstick, especially in winter. She likes to put on some lip balm, and that's what she did today.

"Why are you here? When did you come to New York?" he asked again, like a parent.

"Two days ago."

"Did you come here specifically to see me or is the vacation over?"

"Are you one hundred thousand whys?" Qiao Muyuan did not answer, stood up, and sent the bowls and chopsticks away.

Ji Changmu looked at the little girl's delicate figure under the light yellow knitted skirt, and raised the corners of his lips.

Not long after, she turned back and handed him a glass of warm water: "What do you want? Or is there anything you want to eat?"

"No." He responded simply and concisely.

"Then I'm going home!"

"Qiao Muyuan." He called her name, his beautiful eyes were rich black, like ink.

"Huh?" She thought he was going to ask something, but... he didn't ask anything.

Of course, Qiao Muyuan didn't go back either and sat aside to accompany him.

Ji Changmu felt that he had worn the hospital gown for too long and wanted to take a shower, but he was weak and lacked the strength.

While Qiao Muyuan was painting, Ji Changmu struggled with himself, trying to get up and go to the bathroom.

She saw it and asked, "Brother Ji, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"Well, take a shower."

"Don't bother, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Not good." Ji Changmu had a mysophobia, and he seemed to be able to smell the unpleasant smell of medicine on his body, which mixed together and made him uncomfortable.

"Then I'll take care of you and take a bath?" Qiao Muyuan has never done this before.

"not good."

"This is not good, that is not good, then why are you taking a bath?" Qiao Muyuan was angry, "Aren't you just afraid that I will look at you? What will happen if I look at you? You are precious."

"..." Ji Changmu looked at her coldly.

"Look what I'm doing...I'm not wrong...you are a patient, why are you afraid of others seeing you? Besides, are you so afraid of me seeing you? Is there something unspeakable about you?"

What unspeakable secrets could a man have... Ji Changmu's eyes turned red when he heard what she said: "Little girl, don't talk nonsense."

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"I'm not eight years old." Qiao Muyuan stood in front of him, "I only give you one chance. Do you want me to help you take a bath? If not, I'm leaving!"

This man is so awkward.

"Help me into the bathroom." He compromised.

But in the end, he compromised by wrapping a bath towel around his waist and letting her help him take a simple bath with half his face.

The little girl is not very strong and her movements are gentle, which is very comfortable especially when washing his hair. Her fair and soft fingers are running through his neat black short hair, and she will keep asking him "Is the water temperature high?" and "Does it hurt?"

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Under the misty white mist, Ji Changmu opened his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him. She still looked like a delicate young lady, but her eyes were focused and serious. Her sleeves were half rolled up to her elbows, and there were a few drops of water on her face.

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After a layer of water mist, Qiao Muyuan lowered his head and saw Ji Changmu in the bathtub. Her eyes jumped wildly, and when she jumped to his waist...she really wanted to tear off his bath towel, how could she treat him as a patient?

What? Could it be that he lacks self-confidence?

"The shampoo got into my eyes." He closed his eyes and said.
Chapter completed!