"I just want to apply medicine to you." Murong Xitian's tightly pursed lips looked slightly up.

"Put the medicine?" A trace of doubt rose in Xia Ziluo's eyes, but then it quickly spread.

By the way, she sprained her ankle.

So, he didn't want to molest her.

Then she made a big mistake? Suddenly, Xia Ziluo covered her face with both hands and blushed awkwardly.

"Why is your face red?" Murong Xitian teased.

"Then, there is no such thing." Xia Ziluo lifted the quilt and hid in.

"Remember to leave a gap so as not to accidentally suffocate myself to death." Murong Xitian couldn't help but smile, and the corners of his lips rose further and further.

Xia Ziluo felt even more embarrassed and covered her face with both hands: "I'm so tired, why are you getting hotter and hotter, and you're getting more and more embarrassed."

"That's because you're covering the quilt, which makes it hot." The quilt was suddenly lifted open, and she subconsciously looked up and ran into him looking at him with a smile on her face.

"I'm not hot, can I be cold?" Xia Ziluo pulled the quilt back and covered himself with it, but there was no veil, for fear that he would really get hot.

Murong Xitian glanced at her playfully, then lowered his head, picked up a towel and wiped the water from her feet.

Xia Ziluo lowered his eyes curiously and glanced secretly.

As a result, I happened to see him pouring out a few drops of medicinal oil from the medicine bottle and rub it on his palm, and then a strong medicinal fragrance immediately spread.

Very choking!

Xia Ziluo hurriedly pulled up the quilt to cover her mouth and nose. She hated the smell of medicinal oil the most, and her nose was uncomfortable.

"It may hurt a little." Murong Xitian's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"What?" Xia Ziluo didn't react for a moment.

Murong Xitian looked up at her, and his hand that had rubbed the medicinal oil suddenly pressed on her ankle, and rubbed it gently: "Do you understand now?"

"I know, I know... It hurts so much, can you be gentle?" As the pain came, Xia Ziluo knew what he was talking about no matter how stupid he was.

At this moment, her face turned pale, she shook her head and kicked her legs pitifully, trying to get rid of this needle-like pain.

But Murong Xitian grabbed her legs tightly and refused to let her kick: "Hold on."

Tolerance? It’s easy to say, but it’s not that her feet hurt!

But she had to bear it. She knew that he was doing it for her good and that her feet could heal quickly.

But she understood rationally and couldn't accept it emotionally. It really hurts, just like countless knives stabbed in, and the knife was in the bones.

Xia Ziluo gritted his teeth and held his arms to death. The lake-like eyes condensed into fog again, and tears were filled with little by little.

Murong Xitian looked at it, and his hands became softer, fearing that he would hurt her even more by accident.

But he treated her carefully and did not make her feel more comfortable. The pain was not serious, but it was very painful, and she was very afraid of the pain...

"Hurry up, are you okay?" Xia Ziluo's voice was crying.

Murong Xitian heard the movements in his hand and felt a little quicker: "Continue to endure it and don't rub the blood off, you will be in pain for a long time. If you rub it, it will be fine in two days."

"But it really hurts..." Xia Ziluo bit his lower lip and looked at Murong Xitian pitifully.

She looked helpless like a small animal. Murong Xitian paused without realizing her hand, and his ears turned slightly red.

The next moment, he stopped starting and coughed twice: "Okay."
Chapter completed!