"No need," Cheng Feiyang shook his head. "Do you have a first aid kit? I think I'll be fine with some ointment."
"Yes."
Yang Xiaoxi hurried into the house and soon came out with a first aid kit. Cheng Feiyang deliberately said, "It seems inconvenient to apply the medicine myself."
"I'll do it for you."
Yang Xiaoxi volunteered to apply the medicine, pulled him to sit on a stone bench, and, unlike her previous fierce demeanor, she had a serious little expression that made Cheng Feiyang feel sweet inside.
After a while, just when Yang Xiaoxi was about to ask if it hurt, she looked up and caught his smiling expression. She glared at him, "Why are you smiling to yourself?"
Before Cheng Feiyang could explain, Yang Xiaoxi stuffed the ointment into his hand and almost dragged him out of the house.
"I was in a good mood, and it's all your fault. Why did you have to come visit for no reason? Hurry up and go back! I'm going to take a nap."
With that, she closed the front door.
