Made his breathing difficult.
He lowered his eyes to look at the person beneath him, whose ears were red, and cheeks slightly flushed, like she had drunk a bit of alcohol, inexplicably alluring.
"Let's go to the living room first, there's air conditioning there." Ruan Mengxi helped him to the living room sofa.
At this point, the burnt smell from the kitchen was getting stronger, so she quickly dealt with the kitchen, took some ice cubes from the fridge, wrapped them in a towel, and applied it to Qi Zeyan's ligament.
"How does it feel? Does it hurt?" Ruan Mengxi was anxious, which made Qi Zeyan feel strange, but it wasn't really painful, just a slight twist.
"It's okay."
He wanted to do the icing himself, but his lower back got bumped, and he couldn't bend down, so he just let her help him.
At the hospital, though Ruan Mengxi was always taking care of him, the nurses were the ones doing this kind of thing, she never did it herself.
