Chapter 4 (2/2)

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Over the weekend, I asked Bailin and Zhao Xiaotang to go shopping with me. I told them about the new ones in passing.

Bai Lin said: "If you talk about snobbery and money worship, who could compare to our Zhao Xiaotang, why didn't you bother her?"

I said, "This is different."

Zhao Xiaotang asked herself, "Why is it different?"

Bai Lin replied, "You are more careful."

Passing by an aromatherapy shop, Bai Lin asked, "In the end, what happened to that bottle of perfume? Is it still there?"

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Passing by an aromatherapy shop, Bai Lin asked, "In the end, what happened to that bottle of perfume? Is it still there?"

"Yes."

"What brand?"

"I don't know, I don't understand either. Anyway, I haven't seen you use them before."

"Why don't you buy some for your nice Mu laoshi?" Bai Lin laughed.

In the end, I ended up buying a bunch of aromatherapy and essential oils, so many that the store manager gave me an aromatherapy lamp as a gift.

Back in the bedroom, I curiously lit the candle lamp, filled it with some water, and dripped in a few drops of essential oil. After a while, the whole room smelled like lavender, which put me in a good mood to fold laundry.

Suddenly, Zhang Lili pushed the door inward, entering holding a large pot of boiling water that she must have borrowed from the next bedroom to make instant noodles.

when she perceiving the aroma, she froze and her face crumpled, put the pot on the table and went to throw all the pickles, dried tofu, and stinky duck eggs that were in a box on the windowsill into the trash can, then she took the bag from the basket and he got ready to throw it away.

"Zhang Lili", I was anxious, "don't get me wrong."

"What are you talking about?" She looked at me coldly and picked up the garbage bag.

Hurriedly getting up to stop her, I accidentally tipped over the aromatherapy lamp and the oil splashed on me and burned me. I jumped up in shock and with a flick of my hand, I hit the pot that was next to me. The boiling water spilled out and half fell on my elbow. It was a couple of seconds before he felt the burning pain. I gritted my teeth and ran to the sink, in search of cold water, little by little blisters began to form on my skin.

Therefore, when Mu Chenghe returned the next day, my left arm was covered in scald cream.

He frowned, "How did you do it to yourself?"

I complained with grievances.

He observed: "You cannot expose that wound to water, it would be terrible if it became infected in the middle of summer."

In order to take a bath and not get any of the water, Mu Chenghe had to carefully wrap my entire arm. For this reason, I bathed and dressed with only one arm.

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