Lin Lang didn't feel that she had said anything wrong. If a man didn't burn in the morning, then how could he be called a man?

Seeing that she was angered to the point of running away, her good mood also disappeared. With her temper, she would probably run out onto the street in a flash. Originally, she didn't want to be in the same room with him.

His brow furrowed more and more as he sprinted out of the bedroom, wrapped around the blanket.

In the hall, An Hao ran to the profound entrance, and had already reached out to grab the handle of the door, but froze in place.

Seeing that she did not leave, Lin Lang heaved a sigh of relief. He leaned against the door frame and looked at her: "Why aren't you leaving?"

An Hao took a deep breath, turned around without looking at him again, and walked towards the sofa and sat down without a word.

Lin Lang raised his brows in surprise, and did not speak nor move.

An Hao waited for a moment, then glared at him as she could no longer endure it. "If you still don't come and change the medicine, I'll really be leaving."

Seeing that she clearly wanted to leave yet endured and still remained, Lin Lang's heart softened into a mess. The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. His mood was inexplicably good to the point of flying off.

Hearing his laughter, An Hao was simply helpless. She felt like she couldn't even get angry, she looked at him like he was an idiot: "Did you burn your brain last night? What's so funny about that? "

Lin Lang took a step forward and sat beside her. With the corner of his lips still raised, he said a little proudly, "My mood is good."

"Tsk." An Hao curled his lips in disdain, and casually fiddled with the medicine and gauze on the table: "I'll tell you first, I'll only help you exchange for the ones on your shoulder, I don't care about the injuries on your thigh."

Lin Lang nodded, and turned his back to her.

An Hao immediately became nervous, feeling that the surrounding air had frozen, she swallowed her saliva, and stood up, carefully extending her hand to remove the bandage.

"Don't be nervous." Lin Lang said in a low voice: "You just need to do it."

An Hao nodded his head and began to remove the gauze circle after circle. As the gauze fell off, the injury on his shoulder blade leaked out, even though there was a gap of one circle between them. The night was still bloody, and the flesh inside could be clearly seen.

An Hao's face suddenly became deathly pale, and the hand that was reaching for the disinfectant began to tremble. He started shaking.

Lin Lang glanced back at her and reached out to grab her hand.

Warmth spread over, and An Hao's hand trembled. Just as he was about to shake off his hand, Lin Lang very naturally released her hand, and took the opportunity to grab the cotton and disinfectant on the tea table. "I'll clean the wound, you can help me bandage it later."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the disinfectant and poured it onto the cotton, then lowered his head to wipe the skin around the wound.

An Hao stood to the side and watched, debating whether or not he should go forward to help.

In less than a minute, Lin Lang threw the cotton in his hands away, placed the disinfectant aside, and picked up another bottle of ointment. As he was about to sprinkle the ointment onto the wound, An Hao shut his eyes tightly, and then subconsciously turned around.

Ever since she was young, she had been especially afraid of wounds and blood. She didn't know if it was because of something that happened when she was young, but even though she was already over 20 years old, she was still afraid of having her hands touched by needles and hanging bottles.

Just the thought of it sent chills down his spine and his entire body went stiff.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now."

It was only when Lin Lang's smiling voice rang that An Hao turned around, only to find that she had already wrapped herself in a circle of gauze. She only needed to continue to wrap herself up, and she would no longer have to look at the bloody wounds up close.