The doctor looked at his wound and glanced at Rong Yanran with a little reproach. Although the wound was a little deeper, it was still a thousand miles away from death. In her eyes that were begging.

The doctor bandaged Luo Ziheng's wounds angrily and funnyly, gave her some medicine and cloth strips, and told her that it would be better if they changed them every other day.

After finishing his work, Rong Yanran followed him to find an inn. Because of guilt, Rong Yanran kept following him with her head down. Luo Ziheng turned around several times to comfort her not to blame herself, but thinking about how cruel she was to herself before, she might as well make her feel guilty. As expected, Feng Shui takes turns.

When he arrived at the inn, Rong Yanran saw that Luo Ziheng was tired, so she quietly withdrew. Her departure made Luo Ziheng very angry. At this time, shouldn't he comfort himself? Taking advantage of her conscience and knowing guilt, Luo Ziheng stayed for a while but still chased her out and decided to examine her well.

Seeing her greeting the waiter, she smiled and said a few words to the shopkeeper. From the lip shape, he knew that she was planning to make soup for him. So, the mood that was still in the trough just now flew up to the clouds again, and happily returned to the house and waited for her to bring the soup to him.

This soup has been used for a long time! In an hour, he sneaked to the kitchen several times and saw the fine beads of sweat on her face emitting dazzling light under the reflection of the stove and candlelight. He waited anxiously and patiently, occasionally lifting the lid of the pot to take a look, occasionally taking a bite, and most of the time he sat quietly and waited quietly.

His eyes were as quiet as water, the red flames swayed in the black eyes, and his lips were slightly pursed together. He had never seen her like this before, and it was really tempting. He wanted to rush in directly several times, and waited slowly with her, but finally suppressed it. He warned himself to take it slowly, and she had never liked things that were too easy to get.

An hour later, when Yanran finally brought the fish soup to her house with the cooked fish soup, he was so happy that he couldn't express it. He drank it slowly in one gulp, and couldn't bear to finish it, and he wanted to drink it in one breath. This was made by her own hands, and the first time she made it for herself. In his perception, it was probably the first time she made it for a man with her own hands. Fortunately, she was not in her room, otherwise she would be so uneasy when she saw that she was facing a bowl of soup, and she wouldn't know how to treat herself in the future?

After drinking the soup, I was still so happy that I couldn't sleep for a while. I sneaked into the next room and saw her sleeping like a baby. It took a long time before I returned to my room.

The next day, he had already woken up, waiting for her to make breakfast for herself or ask him to have breakfast together. After all, he was injured for her. She was so worried about him yesterday and took care of him so carefully. She wouldn't ignore it today.

Just as he exhausted his patience and was about to snatch the door and ran out, he heard a knock on the door and Yanran's voice: "Master Luo, are you doing well? Can I come in?"

Luo Ziheng immediately sat upright on the stool and said calmly: "Come in."

After Rong Yanran came in, she stood at the door and didn't walk forward. She smiled awkwardly: "Young Master, you haven't changed the medicine yet?"

Luo Ziheng nodded, thinking that she wanted to change her medicine, and her ecstasy could hardly be suppressed.
Chapter completed!