The aunt shook her head and laughed, pointing to the direction of the bedroom: "Miss Xuewei finished eating at five o'clock and kept herself in the bedroom and never came out."

Upon hearing this, Feng Churui probably knew that she was hiding from her, and couldn't help laughing, "It's nothing, you get off work."

Before the aunt left, she suddenly remembered and said something more: "Today, Secretary Wu sent me medicine and asked me to help Miss Xuewei apply medicine. Miss Xuewei refused. I don't know if she can apply medicine himself."

Feng Churui thoughtfully, walked to the bedroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, but no one responded. He stood for a while, turned around and went to the kitchen to bring the food that was still warm, and started eating it alone.

Looking at the empty restaurant, he was the only one who touched the bowl with chopsticks, making a subtle and crisp sound, he couldn't help but frown. It felt a little bad.

Dinner alone is not very good.

After dinner, he washed the bowls, and then he walked to the bedroom door and knocked on the door, "Xuewei, it's me, open the door."

Still no one responded. His heart suddenly sank and pushed the door open. There was no sign of her in the bedroom. The bathroom door was closed tightly. He was afraid that she would have something unexpected, so he pushed the bathroom door open without any etiquette.

"Ah!" The half-naked Wu Xuewei screamed: "Abnormal! Go out!"

Feng Churui was stunned on the spot for more than ten seconds. For the first time in his life, he was called a pervert. Why did he feel so bad in his heart?

Wu Xuewei quickly put her nightgown, wrapped her arms around her chest, pursed her lips slightly, and stared at him, feeling very unhappy with his rash intrusion.

He clasped his fist against his lips, and he eased his embarrassment by crying twice. He looked at the box of ointment on the toilet table, thinking that she was half naked just now, trying hard to apply medicine to the wound on her back, "Put medicine? I'll help you."

He walked over and picked up the ointment, and Wu Xuewei took two steps back, "No, I can do it myself."

"Are you sure you can?" Feng Churui asked playfully while playing with the ointment box in his hand.

"Of course!" She was obviously stubborn.

I don’t know who tried hard to reach the wound on my back just now, but I couldn’t reach it, so I was so upset.

"Haha..." Feng Churui chuckled and pulled her in front of her, lowered her head and leaned into her ear and said, "You don't need to be shy to me. Come, let me help you."

"No." The hot air sprayed into her ears, causing numbness. Wu Xuewei pushed him away in resistance and ran out.

Feng Churui smiled, frowned slightly, and followed her to chase her out. Before she ran out of the bedroom, she grabbed her and pulled her to sit down on the sofa, and her tone became stronger: "Don't make a fuss! Don't you want to heal your wounds? Or do you want to leave scars like centipedes? You can never wear skirts again?"

Feng Churui was rarely angry. He had always been very graceful and etiquette. Wu Xuewei knew about this. Suddenly, she was stunned by his serious robbery. Then she felt wronged. This wound was not what she wanted.

"Why are you so fierce? I don't want you to wipe me yourself. I'm not a fool. Which girl would hope to leave ugly scars on her body!"

"You can understand best." Feng Churui opened the ointment and looked at her condescendingly, very strong: "Take off your clothes by yourself, and I'll take them off when I come?"
Chapter completed!