"Instructor Mu, I... I’m not... I’m just... hungry. I’m going down to eat..."
An Ran’s face turned beet red, her words a jumbled ss, and she fled the bedroom as if escaping.
Watching the little girl’s fleeing figure, Mu Xingfeng’s gloomy mood finally brightened.
After dinner, An Ran took the initiative to ask Nanny Chen for the bowl of dicine, then carried it directly upstairs.
By the ti Mu Xingfeng ca upstairs, the little girl had already taken a bath and was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, the empty dicine bowl placed on the table beside her.
It seed his thod this afternoon wasn’t without effect; at least it made the little girl drink the dicine voluntarily.
Since the little girl had seen his wound yesterday, Mu Xingfeng had nothing more to hide and took his pajamas directly into the bathroom.
After a short while, Mu Xingfeng ca out wearing only a pair of pajama pants.
He was casually drying his hair.
His tanned skin from years of outdoor training and his well-defined muscular arms were perfectly balanced.
An Ran couldn’t help but swallow and forced herself to look back at her book.
Although Mu Xingfeng was naturally drying his hair, he had already sensed that gaze. He laughed inwardly, that little rascal, still the sa little pervert.
Throwing the towel aside, Mu Xingfeng sat next to her, "Help change the dressing."
Liu Hu used to help him with these in the study, but now it seed having the little girl around was enough.
"Oh," An Ran responded, fetching the first aid kit, taking out the dicine and bandages, and carefully bandaging his wound.
Her small hands occasionally brushed against his skin, her cautious deanor as if she was afraid to hurt him.
But she didn’t know, the wound had long stopped hurting.
Even at its most painful and critical monts, he never made a sound.
"An Ran, why don’t you major in surgery when school starts?"
That way, once she graduated, he could keep her by his side.
An Ran paused her dressing, glanced up at Mu Xingfeng, and curled her lips, "Instructor Mu, do you think I can’t even handle this small task in internal dicine? Don’t worry, even if I majored in obstetrics, I could still dress your wound just fine."
"Little rascal."
Mu Xingfeng reached out and pinched her chubby cheek, this little rascal, her guts were getting bigger, daring to tease him now.
After finishing the bandaging, An Ran picked up the magazine she had been reading. Mu Xingfeng glanced at the cover, seeing a close-up of a celebrity, and suddenly rembered the phone call he received that afternoon.
"In a few days, Si’s company is having their annual party, do you want to go?"
Sure enough, the little girl’s eyes lit up at the news, "Sun Wangbei’s company party? Will there be lots of celebrities?"
"Of course," Mu Xingfeng casually lifted the blanket and got into bed, sitting alongside the little girl at the headboard. This feeling, it really resembled that of a married couple.
"Does that an I could see Wang Han in person?" The little girl blinked with excitent, her face flushed.
Mu Xingfeng "..."
Could he take back what he just said?
The little girl didn’t wait for Mu Xingfeng’s answer, diving under the covers, counting on her fingers as she talked to herself, "Actually, I like Wang Han best in his period costu roles, ’like jade among people, a gentleman unparalleled,’ it’s simply perfect to describe him in historical dramas."
Mu Xingfeng: "..."
What to do? He already regretted telling the little girl this news.
An Ran was awakened in the morning by the wailing sounds from downstairs...
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