Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 373 He is very warm
After saying this, Jing Chen stood up, threw the broken bowl into the trash can, and washed his hands.

Du Ruan stood where he was, without saying a word, his face still red.

The instep is hot, it should be hot.

"Come on, carry you over." Jing Chen came over and bent down as if to hug her.

"It's just a burn, not a broken bone, so I'm not that hypocritical." Du Ruan immediately resisted and wanted to leave.

But in the next second, the whole person was lifted into the air suddenly.

Jing Chen's voice came from the top of his head, "There are still some broken bowls on the ground, it's even more troublesome to step on and get infected."

Du Ruan: "..." Then she just needs to go around!

But at this moment, she couldn't say that.

In addition to being hugged anyway, and struggling is also hypocritical, there is also a little reason that she doesn't want to back away.

Jing Chen's embrace...is very warm.

Pursing her lips, she let him carry her to the living room and put her on the sofa, then Du Ruan straightened her face again, "What are you doing here again? Don't think I will sympathize with you tonight like last time ..."

"Where is your medicine cabinet?"

"Huh?" Du Ruan was stunned.

Standing by the sofa, Jingchen looked at her stupid look, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "You're burnt, you don't take medicine! What about the scars?"

It was only then that Du Ruan finally came to his senses, shrunk his bare instep a little embarrassedly, "I'll do it myself, what on earth are you going to say?"

"As far as your living ability is concerned, if it wasn't for Qian Mengmeng who lived with you, you would have died in some corner!" Jing Chen gritted his teeth, didn't bother to talk to her, turned around and went to rummage through the cabinet.

Du Ruan, who had never been said so before by him, was taken aback for a moment after hearing these remarks, and then yelled, "You don't have the ability to take care of yourself! It's good for labor and management to live alone."

These words are full of confidence, but there is obviously more than enough confidence.

In fact, Jing Chen's words are not wrong at all.

In the past two years of living with Qian Mengmeng, Qian Mengmeng did most of the housework, while Du Ruan enjoyed Qian Mengmeng's craftsmanship and hard work, living like a big worm.

Occasionally, Qian Mengmeng paid the rent first for her...

"It's good? You can say that you can make yourself a bowl of soup?" After opening several cabinets, Jing Chen finally found the medicine box in a cabinet under the TV.

Carrying the medicine box and walking back, he squatted down, opened the box, and reached out to grab Du Ruan's leg.

Du Ruan shrank immediately, "I can do it myself."

"Forget it, I won't eat you." Jing Chen said, and had already taken out a bottle of medicine and a cotton swab.

"Eat it if you can." Du Ruan retorted.

Jing Chen didn't speak, but his hands paused, his eyes half-closed, and he looked straight at her.

With a jump in his heart, an indescribable shivering feeling extended from Du Ruan's scalp and gradually spread to his limbs.

Swallowing, she turned her head away, "See if I don't kill you."

Heartbeat, suddenly a little faster.

The ankle was held, and under the touch of Jing Chen's warm palm, Du Ruan's cold ankle trembled instantly.

Pursing her lips, she couldn't breathe smoothly.

"I don't wear a little more when it's cold. I wear so little at home in winter. Who will show it?" Jing Chen cursed in a low voice, holding a cotton swab with liquid medicine in his hand, but gently applying it on her burnt area.

(End of this chapter)