Incurable

Chapter 9

Mu Wan followed Liu Qianxiu into the house, and the lights of the promenade folded into a rectangular light block at the door. Mu Wan looked at the door, remembering that the door was empty when he came yesterday.

"Why didn't Zhou Yi squat by the door waiting?" Mu Wan said.

After Liu Qianxiu closed the door, there was a "click", and Liu Qianxiu's low voice came from behind: "Waiting for what?"

Holding the flowers, Mu Wan put on slippers and said, "Wait for the master to come home."

Liu Qianxiu turned on the light, and the room was bright, empty but not lonely. Liu Qianxiu took the medicine kit and said in a deep voice, "Only talents can wait."

The talent will wait for the owner to return home.

She was waiting for Liu Qianxiu at the door today. With that said, the relationship between the two is a bit delicate.

Mu Wan returned to his senses, Liu Qianxiu carried the medicine box, his expression unchanged. She smiled, didn't care, and sat on the carpet next to the short couple following his instructions.

The carpet was slightly harder and the aloes scented strong. Mu Wan recovered and passed the flower in Liu Qianxiu's arms. Liu Qianxiu looked down at her, Mu Wan sat on the carpet, raised his head to meet his gaze, his eyes were as dark as ink, and they were dotted with lights.

"Give it to you, thank you for taking care of the kitten for me, and for asking me to eat Yangchun noodles."

There was a big bouquet of flowers. Liu Qianxiu held the paper outside the bouquet with his fingers. After a rustle, he sat cross-legged holding the flowers and said, "You're welcome, thank you for your flowers."

The good-looking man is holding the beautiful flower, which is almost twice as good-looking. Mu Wan looked at Liu Qianxiu in a trance, as if looking at a newly completed oil painting. Every stroke is just right and flawless.

Liu Qianxiu's temperament was too eye-catching, causing Mu Wan to ignore his appearance. The two sat very close, looking closely, and the man's appearance was naturally light and delicate.

Like a lake, a forest, more like the distant mountains haunted by the mist behind the lake and forest, it is extraordinary, beautiful and tasteful, completely different from the flawless male stars in the entertainment circle.

The male star relies on his face to eat, and as time goes by, his face gradually loses its aura. And Liu Qianxiu's aura has been brewing, like the sake of a closed altar, getting thicker and more and more, making people just look at his face and indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves.

There were only two people in the spacious living room, but Mu Wan felt a bit cramped. Liu Qianxiu was beside her, lowering his head to treat her wounds, the lamp in the living room shone on his face, and the man's expression was focused and gentle.

He is a very cold person, from the inside out, but with such a person, Mu Wan actually saw tenderness on his face.

The surroundings were silent, I could hear the faint sound of the air-conditioning from the air outlet, and a trace of heat steamed from the bottom of Mu Wan's heart, scratching her throat, itching, like Liu Qianxiu holding a cotton swab and rubbing her wound.

"You are not cold at all." Mu Wan bent her knees. In order to maintain her center of gravity, she put her hands back on the carpet. The texture of cotton and linen was rough, and a layer of textile print was pressed out of her palms.

When the woman said this, her tone was relaxed and lazy, like chatting with an old friend for many years. Hold his hands behind him, his posture is free and easy, his neckline is slanted to one side, revealing a half-straight white collarbone, above the collarbone, the neck is slender.