C4

"It's just an ordinary lotion …" Under Wen Yiyan's intense gaze, Fan Xing barely managed to keep his voice down.

He could not submit, he absolutely could not submit.

But she still felt guilty.

Her husband was a doctor, and such an obvious medicinal herb couldn't fool him …

Wen Yiyan looked at Fan Xing, who was lowering his head, silently. In the end, he still took her spoon and drank all the juice in her mouth.

Fan Xing peeked continuously at it, and when he finished, her smile was bright.

"Isn't it delicious? Don't worry, hubby, I'll let you eat it tomorrow! "

Wen Yiyan flatly refused, "In the future, don't make this kind of useless soup again."

He got up, pulled back his chair, and turned.

But when Wen Yiyan, who wanted to return to his bedroom, felt the shirt by his side being pulled, he stopped in his tracks.

Fan Xing pouted, "Are you sure you don't want to drink?"

Wen Yiyan silently waved Fan Xing's hand, showing his determination.

He would not be bewitched by this woman, but the moment he touched her hand, he heard Fan Xing gasping for breath, and a hissing sound came out.

Wen Yiyan subconsciously retracted his hand.

He looked at Fan Xing who was frantically clenching his left hand into a fist and asked.

"What happened to your hand?"

Fan Xing hurriedly put his hands behind his back.

Although she really didn't want to expose herself like this, every time she tensed up, her limbs would seem like they were running away from home, and she wouldn't listen no matter what.

She giggled.

"Nothing, just fine!"

Wen Yiyan grabbed Fan Xing's arm and pulled her hand forward.

He lowered his gaze to look at Fan Xing's left hand that was still tightly grasped, and spoke with a voice that could not be denied.

"Open."

Fan Xing who knew that he could not dodge, slowly let go of his fist.

All he could see was the swelling and a large blister appearing on his slender index finger.

Wen Yiyan's gaze dimmed, so nice that she was frowning.

He pulled Fan Xing's wrist and walked into the kitchen.

Fan Xing was afraid that Wen Yiyan would not say a word.

Since a young age, Wen Yiyan had never talked much with anyone.

Every time Aunt Wen asked him anything, he could only reply with two words, never two.

Aunt Wen was so angry by him that she almost died, she kept shouting about changing Wen Yiyan's name to Wen Duo.

But during normal times when they were talking, Wen Yiyan would at least respond with a few sentences, and now that he did not say a word, Fan Xing did not dare act rashly, and could only silently follow behind him.

Wen Yiyan used the cold open technique that had been mixed with salt to slowly rinse Fan Xing's burned index finger time and time again.

He methodically took out a cotton swab from the medicine box and dipped it with the disinfectant. Then, he gently smeared the cotton swab on Fan Xing's index finger, clockwise.

Seeing Wen Yiyan pull out the protective cover of the sterile needle, Fan Xing subconsciously retracted his left hand.

Wen Yiyan couldn't help but shoot her a glance.

"I know, I know. Who told you to be so stupid?"

Fan Xing puffed up his cheeks.

"I'm stupid and I don't want to …"

"You still dare to talk back?"

When the man's voice was suppressed, Fan Xing no longer dared to speak.

She was trapped in Wen Yiyan's rare gentleness, allowing him to treat her wounds.

He quickly pierced through the skin of the blister and used a sterile cotton swab to gently squeeze out the water. After that, he applied the moist scalding paste and finally used a clean gauze bandage to bandage the wound.

When Fan Xing came back to his senses, he had already rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and was carefully cleaning his hands.

She stared at his delicate profile, her gaze becoming increasingly infatuated.

Although Wen Yiyan did not mention it, she still liked him so much.

Wen Yiyan inadvertently raised his head and looked at Fan Xing, only to see her staring straight at him.

Men think well together.

The look in her eyes immediately made him think of the group of imps in the Winding Stream Cave, and the coveting look they had when they saw Monk Tang.

Ye Zichen frowned in disgust, while that woman smiled idiotically at him.

Wen Yiyan, "..."