Sure enough, Wen Zhan turned his head, and his eyes, full of charm, glanced at her.
Entering the room, he looked at the clock on the wall; it was already eleven in the morning.
Mu Wanqing thought about how no one lived here, and the fridge didn't have much food. She suggested, "Let's order delivery. I'm really tired. I'll go take a nap first, and you can call me later."
She didn't sleep well last night because she was feeling unwell.
"Alright, take your medicine and then sleep." Wen Zhan agreed, twisting open a bottle of water and handing it to her.
Mu Wanqing took it casually, picked out the pills, and swallowed them.
Before she could put down the bottle, Wen Zhan raised an eyebrow, "What about the ointment for your injury?"
Mu Wanqing's heart tightened as she glanced at him.
Such an obvious intention, anyone could see what he's after.
"I'll apply it later when I'm home in the evening."