Entering the room, Lu Jinyang had already taken off his coat and was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed.
The man's posture was upright and his features handsome, his long legs crossed displayed an indescribable lazy beauty.
Zhuang Shuqing silently withdrew her gaze, resigned to taking out the medicine box to dress his wounds.
She didn't know how he knew where she lived, nor why he came tonight knowing she was home but deliberately didn't open the door for him. Subconsciously, she felt a man as handsome and capable as he should not be provoked.
So, she decided to do a good job changing his bandages; only when he recovers quickly could she return to her normal life sooner.
After changing the bandages, she called him: "Mr. Lu, the bandages are done."
Lu Jinyang opened his eyes, glanced at her slightly, and said, "Give me your phone."
"What for?"
"To make a call."
Zhuang Shuqing: "You didn't bring your phone?"
