The originally tense atmosphere was broken by Ran Xiangsi's childish remark.
Xing Chen looked at her helplessly, yesterday when she fell asleep, she also said not to touch her head.
In the end, he sighed and got up to walk downstairs.
When he came back to the room again, there was already a first-aid kit in his hand.
The wound on Ran Xiangsi's head had not been checked all day today, so it was unclear how well it had healed.
Xing Chen casually placed the first-aid kit on the bedside, sat on the bed, and carefully positioned Ran Xiangsi's body so that her head was resting sideways on his lap.
"Mmm..." Ran Xiangsi murmured softly, shifted her body, found a comfortable position, and slowly fell asleep again.
Only after she completely quieted down did Xing Chen lower his head and gently disinfect her wound.
When the alcohol touched her skin, she didn't wake up. It was unclear whether it no longer hurt or if she was just too tired.
