Qiao Ruoxin prepared two simple American-style breakfasts.
She picked up the glass, took a sip of the orange juice, and looked at the man opposite her, "Come to my room later, and I'll help you take off the adhesive bandage and disinfect the wound again."
Mo Chen raised his eyes to glance at her, "Can't we do it here?"
"The medicine box is in my room."
After finishing her breakfast, Ruoxin wiped the corner of her mouth and stood up, "Hurry over, I'll wait for you in the room."
Watching her leave, Mo Chen felt some resistance in his heart, he didn't want to enter a woman's room.
But after a while, having finished breakfast, he still got up and walked upstairs.
...
In the guest room, Qiao Ruoxin lit an aromatherapy diffuser, one that eased fatigue and promoted sleep.
The door was pushed open, and Mo Chen came in.
She naturally opened the medicine box, took out a cotton swab dipped in medical alcohol, and approached him.
