He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Uncontrollably, the scene at the bathroom door, the feeling of our hands touching, his reddened nose, his burning embrace kept replaying in my mind...

The lingering embarrassment lingered, leaving her cheeks still burning and her heart pounding.

She was silently torn: Should she go inside and sleep?

Otherwise... I'll just make do with the sofa in the living room tonight, at least I won't have to share a room with him and face this awkward situation that leaves me feeling helpless.

Before she could reach a conclusion, the boy on the bed looked up first, his dark eyes landing precisely on her. His voice was soft and gentle, without a trace of anything unusual, sounding incredibly natural: "Come on, get into bed and sleep. I'll wait for you to come up and turn off the light."

He appeared calm and composed, making no mention of the awkwardness that had just occurred, as if none of the embarrassment or ambiguity had ever happened.

Looking at his calm and composed demeanor, Sang Jiuning secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yeah.

If he doesn't mention it, then she'll completely pretend it never happened and start over.

Sang Jiuning bit her lower lip, hesitated for a few seconds, and then slowly moved to the bedside, carefully lifting the quilt and lying down.

As soon as she lay down, she bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, quickly pulling the soft blanket over herself from head to toe, completely burying herself in the covers, leaving only a tiny bit of air to breathe.

A muffled voice came from under the thick blankets, soft and sweet: "Goodnight."

She had only one thought in her mind: to fall asleep quickly! As long as she was asleep, she wouldn't have any wild thoughts or relive the embarrassing and shameful scene from earlier!

The air was thin in the closed bed, and the warm breath circulated repeatedly. Before long, her cheeks turned red and her breathing became slightly heavy.

Looking at the bulging blanket at the head of the bed, Wen Zhaoci smiled faintly, a mixture of helplessness and indulgence in his eyes.

What a silly little thing.

Wrapped up like that, aren't you afraid of suffocating yourself?

He gently touched the raised corner of the blanket, his voice tender and soft, with a hint of cautious probing, as he slowly spoke: "Baby, there's something I need to trouble you with again."

Sang Jiuning, still half asleep under the covers, mumbled a low reply: "Hmm?"

"When I was showering and tidying up just now, I accidentally rubbed off all the medicine you applied for me."

Wen Zhaoci's voice was light and gentle, carrying just the right amount of grievance and obedience: "The wound is prone to infection if it's exposed, could you... apply the medicine again?"

The moment those words were spoken, Sang Jiuning, who was in bed, froze, her mind went blank, and she became completely awake.

She wanted to cry but couldn't, her heart screaming wildly!

Do I need to apply medicine too?!

That means she's going to see Wen Zhaoci shirtless again!

Having just been so close to his physique, experiencing the awkwardness of extreme ambiguity, now she was facing those eight-pack abs and smooth, sexy muscle lines again...

Sang Jiuning buried herself tightly in the blankets, her cheeks burning hot, her composure completely shattered.

She was certain that if she saw abs again, the person who would get a nosebleed wouldn't be Wen Zhaoci, but herself!

A full minute has passed.

Sang Jiuning was like a little ostrich curled up in its shell, huddled tightly in the warm quilt, not daring to move.

Wen Zhaoci was not in a hurry at all.

He lay quietly on his side, the wound on his back still throbbing with a faint, dull pain, but it didn't bother him at all.

He waited patiently, patiently waiting for the girl to soften her heart. He didn't urge her or disturb her; he just waited quietly.

Sang Jiuning's mind was in turmoil, filled with mixed feelings.

In the end, it was defeated by the statement that "wounds exposed to the outside are prone to infection."

Sang Jiuning bit her lower lip and finally reached out and pulled back the covers.

The girl's hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were slightly moist. She looked both obedient and awkward.

She didn't dare turn her head to look at the boy beside her, afraid of meeting his eyes, and even more afraid that she would lose control of all her emotions.

I had to run barefoot, taking small, quick steps, to get the first-aid kit.

She held the small first-aid kit in her arms; it felt heavy, like her frantically beating heart.

Sang Jiuning quickly turned back, gently placed the first-aid kit on the bedside table, and said in a soft, deliberately indifferent voice, feigning extreme impatience: "Turn around and take off your shirt."

Wen Zhaoci obediently responded and turned around, revealing his broad and upright back under the light.

She held her breath, carefully twisted open the ointment, took out a cotton swab, and moved very gently, afraid of hurting him with too much force. She applied the ointment with extra care each time, carefully treating every wound on his back.

Throughout the entire process, she kept a tense expression and remained silent, saying only: "Hold on."

After finally finishing applying the medicine to her back, Sang Jiuning quickly withdrew her hand, as if trying to escape, and swiftly closed the ointment, leaving behind a cold and curt statement: "You can apply it to your arm yourself, I don't care anymore."

Before she finished speaking, she quickly retreated into the covers, wrapping herself up tightly from head to toe, blocking out all outside sight.

In bed, her heart was pounding wildly, pounding against her chest, and she felt like she was going to die.

Behind him, Wen Zhaoci let out a very low, very soft laugh, his chest vibrating slightly.

How could his little girl be so cute?

What should I do? I still want to tease her.

You must restrain yourself.

Wen Zhaoci didn't disturb the girl hiding under the covers. She quietly raised her hand and slowly applied medicine to the wound on her arm, her gaze always fixed on the small, bulging blanket.

After applying the medicine, he reached out and turned off the glaring main light above his head, leaving only a warm yellow nightlight by the bedside.

Soft, hazy warm light bathed the entire bed, gentle and tranquil, dispelling the chill of the night, creating a perfectly gentle atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward slightly, naturally reaching out to gently encircle the bulging blanket, pulling the little girl hiding inside into his arms.

The boy's warm chest pressed against the soft quilt, and his warm breath slowly enveloped him.

The next moment, a deep, magnetic voice sounded close to his ear, gentle and tender, carrying his unique aura, each word lingering: "Baby."

These two words were like a fuse, instantly igniting all the emotions that Sang Jiuning had managed to suppress.

The girl in bed instantly bristled.

Sang Jiuning suddenly threw back the blanket a little, revealing a pair of bright, puffed-up eyes. Her tone was clearly annoyed, both soft and fierce: "Wen Zhaoci, when will you ever stop?"