Chapter 177 That Disease Can Be Cured, Right?

He stood up, poured himself a glass of cold water, raised his head and drank it mouthful by mouthful until the glass of cold water was empty, and the things in his eyes calmed down and disappeared.

He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air in his lungs, and then took his shopping into the kitchen and put it in the pot to warm it. Then he opened the door and went out. When he came back, he had a set of women's clothes in his hand. He was not very good at buying, but what others said was what he believed.

He put the clothes on the bedside, and saw that she was still asleep. She came to a strange place and slept so peacefully. I don’t know if she was careless or stupid.

And he knew that he slept peacefully because. This person was him.

When she woke up again, Yan Huan was much more awake. She opened her eyes and sat up. The clothes she was wearing also fell off. This was Lu Yi’s coat. No wonder she slept so unsteadily. It was all because the buttons on the coat did not wear out her skin.

There was also a set of folded clothes on the side. She took it. It was for her, and the label on it was still not removed.

She picked up the clothes and changed them. She was not generous enough to run around naked. Although it seemed that she had run in the morning, she was not very awake at that time. Thinking of this, she couldn't help. She covered her face, as if she was seen naked.

However, Lu Yi, that man, was he too much? A naked beauty threw herself into his arms, but he didn't feel anything. Or was he really impotent? It was possible that he was really impotent, otherwise why in his previous life, he was already in his thirties, and he didn't think of getting married. His girlfriend had been dating for almost five or six years, but they still lived separately.

She couldn't help but sympathize with the man, but that was a disease, it could be cured, right?

She went to the bathroom, and there was a new set of unused toiletries in it, which was for her. She took it unceremoniously. Either use it or not, she could choose it herself.

She hadn't reached the point of running around naked, and certainly hadn't reached the point of spending a day without brushing or washing her face.

When she came out, she was already refreshed. Her clothes were a little too big, but it didn't matter in winter. It was impossible to care about the beauty of lines. Just keep warm.

The room was very warm, and the heating was turned on very high. She walked out and saw the man sitting at the table with his legs crossed, concentrating on a stack of information, and calculating something from time to time.

It wasn't until the sound of strange footsteps that he raised his face, and looked at Yan Huan expressionlessly, and finally stopped at her feet.

"There are shoes outside," he said with a frown.

Yan Huan knew there were shoes outside, they were Fang Zhu's, but she didn't have the habit of wearing other women's shoes, of course Yi Ling didn't count.

She was still barefoot, anyway, she didn't wear them. What if the woman had athlete's foot, what if she got infected?

As for Yan Huan's stubbornness, Lu Yi really had no way to deal with it. He stood up and walked in front of Yan Huan. He was half a head taller than her. He looked down at her with his eyebrows twisted tightly.

But Yan Huan pouted and was not afraid of him at all.

What, do you want to hit someone? Hit, hit, hit, hit her in the face. The villain in her heart kept shaking chess and shouting.

"I'll help you apply medicine," Lu Yi turned around, opened the cabinet on the side, and took out a medicine box from there.

Yan Huan touched her arm. In fact, she didn't want to apply medicine at all, because applying medicine hurt the most.

But she also knew that if she didn't apply medicine, the wound would heal slowly, and it might even get infected. Then it wouldn't be as simple as applying medicine.

She sat on the sofa. Lu Yi was squatting in front of her at this time. He took the cotton swab and medicine and applied it to her wound. When the medicine touched the wound, the pain made Yan Huan frown.

"Bear it," Lu Yi looked up, but he didn't stop. He didn't know she was in pain at all. Maybe he couldn't feel the pain, so he felt that others were in pain.

Yan Huan pouted. If she didn't bear it, would she scream?

Lu Yi raised his face again and carefully disinfected the wound on her face with a cotton swab.

"Don't worry, your face is fine. It's just a small scratch. It won't leave scars. If it really stays, there are many ways to remove the scars."

Yan Huan stared at his eyes without blinking, and saw two little hers in his pupils. She held the pillow in her arms tightly.

Lu Yi thought she was in pain, so he moved a little softer.

After putting away the medicine box, Lu Yi went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then took out the breakfast he bought in the morning, a few steamed buns from the kitchen.

"Eat," he put the buns on the table and let Yan Huan eat them by herself.

Yan Huan took one and bit into it without hesitation. However, she secretly glanced at Lu Yi again and saw that he was buried in a pile of work again. He began to carefully flip through the information on his legs and would check some information on the computer from time to time.

She thought about it, took a bun and put it in front of him.

Suddenly there was a bun in front of him, and Lu Yi took it over. However, when he saw that it was Yan Huan, he didn't say anything. He didn't talk much. Perhaps it was just as Lei Qingyi said, people who can live with him are either gods or crazy.

Yan Huan ate one for herself and gave one to Lu Yi. She didn't eat much, so two buns would fill her up.

"Eat so little?" Lu Yi didn't agree with Yan Huan's appetite. He could eat two buns of this size in one meal, but she only ate two?

"I've always eaten little," Yan Huan clapped her hands. She glanced at the remote control on the side. That, can she watch TV?

Lu Yi took the remote control and gave it to her, "Watch it yourself."

Yan Huan held the remote control in her hand. Won't it bother you?

Lu Yi continued to turn over a page of information, and the pen in his hand was also writing something on the paper quickly. Yan Huan sat there bored. She pressed the switch, and the TV was already on. She secretly glanced at Lu Yi again, and saw that he was still buried in a pile of documents, as if he automatically ignored the noise in his ears.

Since he didn't care, then she didn't care even more. She was looking for a TV program that she was interested in on TV. Occasionally, she seemed to see a familiar figure, that fat body was dripping with oil, and there was a greasy face.

However, her fingers pointed too quickly, and in just a split second, she skipped over the scene. When she wanted to go back, she didn't know which TV station or program she was watching. She searched for a long time but couldn't find it.