Yun Ci glanced at Ye Jiao, and said in an extremely understatement: "It was his willingness, and he doesn't have to do it for me."

"Volunteering?" Ye Jiao only thought Yunci's words were too ridiculous: "If you didn't say you want to eat the food he cooked, would he do it? If he did it, what happened? You don't eat it again. "

"It's my business to eat or not. Does it have anything to do with you?" Yun Ci put the book aside, slowly got up from the chair, grabbed the bowl in Jiao Jiao's hands overnight, choked, and threw it directly into the trash can.

Ye Jiao's eyes widened: "You..."

Yunci tilted his head and looked at Ye Jiao indifferently: "If he is angry in his heart, he can come and find me by himself. You don't need to say more here."

Ye Jiao was speechless for a while, only staring at Yun Ci with a pair of stunned and angry eyes.

Yunci stretched out his finger to the direction of the door: "It's okay you can go out."

Ye Jiao turned around angrily and strode out of the room.

Leaving Yunci’s room, Ye Jiao walked straight to the study. The study door was ajar. Through the crack of the door, she saw Mu Chenbi sitting in front of the desk, unwrapping the gauze wrapped around her hand little by little, and placed it beside her. With potion.

He awkwardly picked up the cotton swab and dipped it with a little potion. It seemed that he was planning to apply the medicine, but his arm accidentally knocked the medicine bottle down, and the potion was all spilled out.

Ye Jiao rushed in, holding up the medicine bottle lying on the table with one hand, and pulling out the paper towel with the other hand to wipe the spilled potion so as not to get on Mu Chenbi's body.

Mu Chenbi looked at Ye Jiao, frowned, and said displeasedly: "Who let you break in suddenly?"

Ignoring Mu Chenbi's reprimand, Ye Jiao took the initiative to pick up a cotton swab, dipped it with the potion, and looked at Mu Chenbi's hand. She suddenly saw that the man's white and slender hand was already covered with large and small cuts, which was almost scar Tired, the back of his hand was reddened in several places, pustules had appeared, and one hand was severely swollen.

Ye Jiao could hardly bear to take another look, suppressing his anger and distress, holding a cotton swab and saying, "I'll help you with medicine."

"No need." Mu Chenbi rebuffed coldly, snatching the cotton swab from Ye Jiao's hand. Because he only had one hand, it was a bit difficult to handle.

"Let me come." Ye Jiao took the cotton swab back regardless, grabbing his wrist before Mu Chenbi spoke, and using the cotton swab to apply medicine to his wound.

The potion touched the wound. Although Mu Chenbi didn't say a word, his brows were still frowned from the pain.

Ye Jiao lightened her movements.

After dealing with the cut, Ye Jiao stared at the hot bubbles on the back of Mu Chenbi's hand, her expression became a little worried: "These bubbles need to be picked out with a needle before the medicine can be applied."

"Then pick it out." Mu Chenbi said lightly, as if it was not himself who was injured.

Ye Jiao went out and took a needle, returned to the study, stood next to Mu Chenbi, leaned down, and carefully pointed the tip of the needle at the blisters on the back of his hand. He couldn't get it off for a long time, and his hands were still shaking.

Mu Chenbi glanced at her and said coldly, "If my hands are shaking, I can come by myself."

"Let me help you." Ye Jiao took a deep breath and held the needle little by little to get close to the blister until the needle's tip stuck into the blister, and a stream of pus inside flowed out.

Ye Jiao hurriedly took the paper to wipe.

Many blisters were burned out on the back of Mu Chenbi's hands. After all the pus was poked out, the blisters turned into a layer of dead skin and stuck to the back of his hand, the back of his hand was wrinkled and wrinkled.