Chu Mucheng sat on the bed in the bedroom for two minutes, realizing that the woman still hadn't come in, and his stomach hurt worse.
Headache!
Liver ache!
Stomachache!
The whole body hurts!
That woman is still stupidly standing outside, what's she thinking?
Really, she's so dumb!
But then again, why did he open the drawer just now?
He originally meant to take out some burn ointment to apply it for her, but instead, he got so angry that he ended up back in the bedroom.
The woman still doesn't come in, what's she thinking?
Getting up, Chu Mucheng walked out again, only to see Tao Zhixiang still standing there, facing the window, lost in thought with her back to him.
Chu Mucheng found it somewhat exasperating and amusing.
"Idiot, what are you thinking?"
Saying this, he grabbed the ointment from the drawer, then held Tao Zhixiang's wrist and led her to sit on the sofa.
Chu Mucheng's gaze fell on Tao Zhixiang's face, which was now filled with an expression of utter shock.
