Pippi said: "I'll be asleep right away."
The study room where He Sheng lived did not have a separate bathroom. He went downstairs to take a shower, and when he returned, he heard Pippi's voice still talking, so he was concerned.
After a few seconds of silence, Pippi heard a knock on the door again.
"What's wrong?"
"I remembered that you took a bath before going to bed, and the wound was wet. Let me help you deal with it."
"Ah? No need."
"This has to be dealt with."
Pippi hesitated for a moment, answered, and then got out of bed and opened the door.
"Oh well."
He Sheng stood at the door in his bathrobe and didn't go in.
Pippi opened the door deliberately, but he didn't move half a step.
"Why don't you come in?"
He Sheng explained, "I didn't take the medicine box. I thought of reminding you first, lest you fall asleep. I'm going to get the medicine box now, don't close the door."
"okay."
Pippi nodded obediently, and He Sheng went downstairs immediately.
He came back soon and entered Pippi's room.
Entering Pippi's room at night is easy to be misunderstood by others, so He Sheng closed the door when he came in.
Hearing the sound of closing the door, Pippi stared at He Sheng warily.
"He Sheng, don't you have some bad ideas?"
He Sheng immediately grabbed Pippi's hand, "I'm going to violently tear off your band-aid, I'm going to violently apply medicine to you, is that okay?"
Pippi laughed immediately.
"Okay, be merciful."
Although He Sheng said so on his lips, his hands were very gentle.
According to his cautious speed, if he were a doctor, he would only see a dozen patients a day.
He Sheng carefully applied the medicine to Pippi, and replaced her with the smallest band-aid that only needs to stick to the wound.
"The rest of the skin is always covered well, and you won't touch anything when you fall asleep at night. That's it, it's easy to recover."
"Well, listen to you."
He Sheng's words were clear and reasonable, and Pippi was not an expert, so of course he would listen.
Seeing Pippi's obedient appearance, He Sheng couldn't help but raised his hand to stroke her head.
In the next second, He Sheng hurriedly explained.
"When I touch your head, it's the same as touching the head of a little princess. It doesn't mean anything else."
The little princess is the youngest little girl, as He Sheng often calls her.
Pippi responded with a smile.
"Um."
In fact, He Sheng didn't need to explain at all, because Pippi didn't think his actions were excessive.
Moreover, He Sheng has always liked himself, and suppressed his liking without doing anything out of the ordinary.
It's not easy to endure liking. When Pippi chased Zhou Muqing, she couldn't help but stick to him. Pippi understood that kind of emotion.
Therefore, as long as He Sheng is not too much, Pippi will not make a fuss out of a molehill to embarrass each other.
Looking at Pippi's wound, He Sheng was still a little worried.
"Your fingers are injured, the most likely to leave scars. In the future, you need to cover them with jewelry, otherwise this white and tender little hand will not be perfect."
"It doesn't matter."
Pippi smiled grinningly.
"You are more careful than my mother. I think you are the kind of person who can be both a father and a mother in the legend."
"Don't talk nonsense, this version is all about single parents."
Hearing this, Pippi immediately looked at He Sheng apologetically, "I wanted to praise you, not that."
Pippi looked at He Sheng seriously, "He Sheng, you are really very good and excellent, and you will definitely meet a very good girl in the future."