Outside the window, snowflakes slowly fell. Inside, a vase with a few stems of red plum blossoms sat on the coffee table, looking elegant and pleasant.
Yu Gangan packed her medicine chest and muttered, "I don't like this kind of convenience."
"Then, can you help me with something else?"
"What?" Yu Gangan asked subconsciously.
"My body feels uncomfortable."
Yu Gangan looked blankly at the man, "..."
"I stink of medicine."
Yu Gangan: "..."
She didn't understand what the man wanted.
Fang Zhihan rubbed his finger across her lips ambiguously, "I haven't bathed since I got injured. As my girlfriend, can't you help me?"
Yu Gangan's face immediately turned red like a cooked shrimp and the redness slowly spread to her ears and neck, "What are you saying?"
She immediately declined, "No, how's that possible?"
"Aren't you my girlfriend? If you don't help me at a time like this, who will help me?" Fang Zhihan asked.
