C470 Responsible to me

Su Zixian tacitly agreed and also skipped over this topic.

He sat down on the sofa, leaning half his body against it, looking sick and listless. "I am allergic to musk," he said.

"A rash?"

Song Hanlu frowned, this was too serious, it was truly a sin!

Su Zixian said dispiritedly, "That's right, if you don't believe me, you can look for yourself."

As he said that, he turned around, and laid his upper body on the back of the sofa, waiting for Song Hanlu to check her red rash.

Song Hanlu did not think too much about it and opened up his silk shirt. As expected, he saw a dense cluster of red dots on the back of his wheat colored skin.

It looked a little scary.

"Can you stand it?"

Song Hanlu carefully poked the little red dot on his back with her fingertip.

Su Zixian shouted in time, "Pain!"

Song Hanlu asked curiously: "The red rash still hurts?"

Su Zixian coughed twice, and said seriously: "How can it not hurt? You've never known it, so you don't know. "

In this regard, Song Hanlu had nothing to say. She had grown up cutely since childhood, and indeed would not have the chance to develop this kind of red rash.

"Then what do we do now? Should I call 120 to take you to the hospital?"

Hearing that, Su Zixian shook his head fiercely: "I said I'm not going to the hospital."

Song Hanlu was a little angry: "Then, why don't you take this red rash to sleep tonight? It won't rot tomorrow? "

Su Zixian, "..."

Who said the rash would fester?

"There's ointment on the table over there. You can help me apply it, there's no need to go to the hospital."

Song Hanlu took the ointment, opened it and took a whiff, the pungent smell of the ointment made her immediately screw the lid back on, "I'll take you to the hospital and have some doctors to apply the ointment, they're a professional doctor."

Su Zixian strongly opposed: "No, you made me allergic, you have to be responsible for me, I don't want the doctors to apply the medicine, I want you to help me!"

Who would have thought that a dignified designer of the Su University would one day learn to act shamelessly like a three-year-old!

Song Hanlu was shocked by his words. It was true that she had made him into such a state, so she had to be responsible for him.

As for the deeper reason, she did not delve too deeply into it. She only felt that this petty man, Su Zixian, was definitely avenging the musk that she gave him.

She forcefully opened the lid and squeezed out a bit, unwillingly smearing it on Su Zixian's back.

Like she said herself, she had no experience applying drugs at all. She was extremely unprofessional, just randomly smearing. Some places were covered with a thick layer of medicine, while some places were not even smeared with it.

However, even this technique was extremely useful to Su Zixian.

He settled down on the sofa and felt the woman's cool, soft fingertips on his back, soft and tickling, like feathers scraping against his back.

Song Hanlu glanced at his back, and felt that she was pretty much done with it, so she stopped and patted him, and said: "Alright, get up."

Su Zixian was still not willing to walk out from the enjoyment just now. He pretended to look at his own back and said, "No way, there are still a lot of places that I haven't painted!"

Song Hanlu endured it and continued to apply the medicine.

She didn't notice that her foot had tripped on something that had fallen to the ground. She instantly lost her balance and fell forward.

Coincidentally, at that time, Su Zixian who heard the commotion turned around, and opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but suddenly a soft body appeared in his arms.