"Chen, what's wrong with you?" Murong Rong saw Huang Yifei walking into the bathroom, and no one else called Chen directly. She saw him holding a peeled apple in one hand and a knife in the other, staring at herself in amazement, as if she saw a monster.

"No...no...no...no, come, eat an apple, it will help with beauty..." Ye Xingchen only felt that his heart was about to jump out, and even stuttered when he spoke.

"Hehe, thank you Chen..." Murong Rong smiled sweetly, walked to Ye Xingchen's side, sat directly on the sand, and took Ye Xingchen's apple.

"Rong Rong, don't be so polite, okay? Thank you for everything, that's a lot!" A faint fragrance drifted into Ye Xingchen's nose, making Ye Xingchen feel refreshed, as if he had taken stimulant.

"Ah... I won't talk about it from now on. By the way, how about your wound? It's time to change the medicine, right?" Murong Rong knew that Ye Xingchen had not had a fight today, so she felt relieved, but she was still worried about Ye Xingchen's gunshot wound.

"It should be nothing, right? I'll do it myself?" Ye Xingchen said politely. Although he wanted to enjoy Murong Rong's service, he was still afraid that his wound would be too terrifying and scared Murong Rong.

"You told me not to be polite, why are you so polite?" Murong Rong pouted her mouth, very cute, and Ye Xingchen was stunned again when she saw it. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, he would really be unable to believe that Murong Rong, who was usually cold and arrogant, would have made such naughty actions.

"Okay, I'm just afraid of scaring you..." After being shocked, Ye Xingchen said quickly, taking off his coat while saying that, Murong Rong ran to get the medical box. When they came in, they had already familiarized the whole room.

Soon, Murong Rong had already brought the medicine box and walked over. Ye Xingchen also untied the gauze on his lower abdomen. The wound on it had begun to stutter, and there was no pus and blood flowing out, but there was still some faint blood in the center.

Murong Rong sat next to Ye Xingchen, holding Yunnan Baiyao's powder medicine in her hand, gently sprinkled on the wound, with light movements and careful expressions. Even Ye Xingchen, who was exposed to his chest, did not pay attention. His eyes were all focused on Murong Rong's beautiful face, and even the little pain that the Baiyao sprinkled on the wound was completely ignored.

"Okay, it's almost done. I guess it'll be better in a few days. Don't cause trouble again in these few days, okay?" Murong Rong said very gently, as if she was treating her lover. Hearing it in Ye Xingchen's ears, his heart felt warm.

"Well, I promise you that you will never cause trouble until the wound heals!" Ye Xingchen nodded, but said in his heart that others are not going to mess with me.

"That's right. Don't move. I'll wrap gauze on you..." Murong Rong took out the gauze, pulled out a large piece, and turned around Ye Xingchen's lower abdomen. She hugged Ye Xingchen with her arms, and her face was almost against Ye Xingchen's face. Ye Xingchen could even smell the smell of Estee Lauder facial cleanser, slowly closed her eyes, and enjoyed this rare tranquility. How great would it be if she could keep smelling her body fragrance and feeling her body temperature?
Chapter completed!