He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian blushed: "Now...it's daytime."

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "I'm just giving you medicine. What does this have to do with day and night?"

Someone blushed enough to bleed: "No...it doesn't matter."

Tang Ji'an grabbed her hand and led her upstairs.

In the room, Mu Mian looked at him at a loss, because there was floor heating in the room, which was very warm, so she only wore a beige loose sweater.

And because she still has injuries behind her back, she didn't wear any underwear.

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand to hold a tube of ointment, and looked at her so scorchingly, she was blushing.

He whispered: "You get on the bed."

Mu Mian's mind went blank, Tang Ji'an said what he said, and obediently lay down on the big bed.

Then, he sat next to her and put his big hand on her waist. She trembled slightly, and the man's low voice sounded: "What are you nervous about?"

Her throat tightened a little: "I...I'm not nervous."

He chuckles: "I'm just giving you medicine, don't think too much, huh?"

Mu Mian's face burned more severely, and it was all to blame for Xiao Ran, saying those things made her want to be wrong.

Tang Ji'an gently rolled up the hem of her sweater, and his cool fingers touched her back, and he felt the people under the fingers shudder slightly.

He continued to roll his sweater, and soon, her scars appeared before his eyes.

It's much better, bright red mixed with purple, still shocking.

His fingertips gently rubbed her wound, and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

Mu Mian lay on his arm and whispered: "It doesn't hurt much, really."

Tang Ji'an bowed his head and kissed her scar gently. Mu Mian shook slightly: "You..."

His kiss was very gentle and pious, and did not contain any feelings. After the kiss, he slowly raised his head and said softly: "I will give you medicine."

After speaking, she squeezed out the ointment from her hand, applied it to the pad of the index finger, and gently wiped it on her wound.

Mu Mian: "Will my wound be ugly?"

He smiled: "It's not ugly, nothing on you will be ugly, it's cute."

Mu Mian snorted, "I don't believe it. I haven't seen my wound. It's scary and shocking."

Tang Ji'an's finger movements were very gentle, and he applied the ointment gently: "The first reaction I saw when I saw this wound was distressed, and I didn't have any other feelings."

Mu Mian chuckled softly: "Don't be guilty and blame yourself. You should be thankful that someone in the world loves you."

"Well, I'm very fortunate, fortunately that you can pounce on me desperately at such a critical moment."

Mu Mian shook his feet, a little proud: "I think I'm quite brave."

Tang Ji'an put the ointment on her and put the lid on. Mu Mian didn't notice for a while, just sat up like this, forgetting that the clothes had been rolled up to his chest.

As soon as she sat up like this, she felt the eyes of the person in front of her become hot, and she looked down...

Cough cough cough... She hurriedly pulled her sweater down, but the man grabbed the back of her head, and a strong kiss rushed toward her face. She felt that the air in her mouth was about to be cleaned by him, and she felt a little breathing But come.

He clasped the back of her head with one hand, and stroked her face with the other. Such a posture, extremely nostalgic and extremely tender, made Mu Mian inevitably indulged in it, indulged in his strong and gentle kiss.