Mu Ye prepared the antipyretic medicine, gently put his arm around Yan Qingluo's shoulders, carefully lifted her up and held her in his arms, preparing to feed her the medicine.

However, when he put the spoon to Yan Qingluo's mouth, Yan Qingluo didn't open her mouth at all. He tilted the spoon slightly, and the medicine flowed down the corners of her mouth and she couldn't drink it at all.

He looked at the large cup of medicine in front of him, feeling extremely anxious but helpless.

He hadn't taken care of others for a long time. He was usually served with nothing to lose. Although Mu Wan was in poor health, it was always Gu Yunchuan who took care of her. The little experience he had in taking care of patients when he was a child was forgotten in the years after he inherited the family business.

He looked at the unconscious Yan Qingluo in front of him with anxiety in his heart. Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. There was a way.

He picked up the cup of medicine in front of him and took a big sip, but he did not swallow it. He just held it in his mouth, then gently lifted Yan Qingluo's head and fed it into her red lips without leaking a drop.

Just like that, Mu Ye finished the cup of medicine mouthful by mouthful, without leaving a drop.

Then, he used the same method to feed Yan Qingluo the anti-inflammatory drug. The anti-inflammatory drug was very bitter. Since he just held it in his mouth without swallowing it, he could only taste the creepy bitterness of the anti-inflammatory drug in vain.

There are also external medicines that should be applied to the wound.

Just now, Gu Yunchuan had bought the medicine and brought it back, then left in a hurry.

He laid Yan Qingluo flat on the bed and gently checked his wound. Sure enough, there was blood all around.

His heart was instantly filled with guilt. He regretted so much that he only cared about his own feelings and never cared about her at all.

He carefully wiped the wound clean, applied ointment, and blew on it gently.

He had taken the necessary medicine and applied the necessary medication, but Yan Qingluo still hadn't woken up.

He stayed by Yan Qingluo's bed, put his head on Yan Qingluo's hand, and murmured to himself, "Luo'er, I'm sorry, wake up soon and get better soon."

Mu Ye just kept looking at Yan Qingluo like this, without closing his eyes for even a second.

Suddenly, Yan Qingluo's fingers moved.

"Luo'er." Mu Ye called in a low voice, "Luo'er, are you awake?"

"Well, it hurts ... " Yan Qingluo's thick, slightly curled eyelashes trembled violently, and he kept shouting in pain.

Mu Ye really hated himself. What did he do to his Luo'er to make her cry out in pain as soon as she woke up?

"Luo'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. When you wake up, I will let you beat me and scold me. You can do whatever you want. Luo'er ... " Mu Ye's voice was filled with tears.

Yan Qingluo opened his eyes and saw a handsome face with tear marks looking at him anxiously.

"Mu Ye, you ... " Before Yan Qingluo could finish his words, Mu Ye pulled him into his arms.

His voice was trembling with excitement, "Luo'er, my good Luo'er, you're awake. I'm sorry. You can hit me or scold me. I'm sorry, Luo'er."

Yan Qingluo hadn't recovered yet and let Mu Ye hold her tightly. After a moment, she raised her arm and wanted to pat Mu Ye's back gently, but after hesitating for a moment, she finally put it down.

Mu Ye let go of her, held her face, and looked into her eyes with his deep eyes, "Luo'er, I'm serious. I'll let you punish me."

Yan Qingluo saw regret and heartache in his eyes, and her heart suddenly tightened. He ... felt sorry for her?

Yan Qingluo was slightly stunned. She remembered everything Mu Ye had done to her before she fainted, and she didn't hate him at all.

Because she seemed to understand why Mu Ye was like this, why he was jealous, angry, and crazy, and why there was deep sadness in his eyes when he wanted her again and again.

Even at that time, she felt that Mu Ye was like an abandoned child who was madly seeking love, and was a little pitiful.

She felt that Mu Ye liked her, but she couldn't be sure.

Yan Qingluo turned his head away. He was still very weak after just waking up, so he spoke in a low voice, "Why should I punish you?"

At this moment, Yan Qingluo suddenly remembered that when she left, she only told her eldest brother that she was going out for a while and did not say when she would be back. Now it was dark and her eldest brother would definitely look for her.

She looked at Mu Ye, who was lying on the bed like a big dog, and felt a little reluctant.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sneer. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel so sorry for this selfish and violent man? Even if he really liked her, what he did to her was a bit too much.

When Mu Ye heard Yan Qingluo's sneer, he thought she was angry, so he held her hand tightly, afraid that she would leave.

Yan Qingluo raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him calmly, "Where's my phone?"

Mu Ye hesitated for a moment and said nothing.

Yan Qingluo seemed to understand his thoughts and added, "It's already evening. I left in the morning. If I don't go back, my brother will definitely look for me. I told my brother that I won't be going back tonight so that he won't worry."

Looking at her current horrible state, with all the traces of ambiguity all over her body, I'm afraid her family will be even more worried if she goes back.

When Mu Ye heard that she would not leave, he took out Yan Qingluo's cell phone and handed it to her.

Yan Qingluo glanced at the messages and missed calls on her phone, mainly calls from Yan Jingrong and Yan Zhihan, as well as a few messages from Song Qingju, but she was not in the mood to read them.

She called Yan Jingrong and said, "Brother, I'm in Kyoto, meeting with friends, and I won't be back at night ... Well, I'm fine, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Qingluo looked up at Mu Ye, like a passerby looking at a stray dog on the roadside, with compassion in his eyes.

"Mu Ye, are you afraid that I will leave?" Yan Qingluo spoke slowly, like a superior judge.

Mu Ye opened his mouth but said nothing.

He was afraid, very afraid, afraid that once she walked out of this door, he would never find her again.

Yan Qingluo just wanted to confirm whether Mu Ye really liked her or just wanted to possess her.

Because of the living environment he grew up in and his rumored paranoid and gloomy personality, does he really understand what love is?

Even if he really likes her, does he know how to like someone?

"Mu Ye, I am not your private property. Although we have an agreement between us, you have no right to treat me however you want." Yan Qingluo paused, saw the regret in Mu Ye's eyes, and continued, "I don't blame you this time, don't do this again in the future, okay?"

Hearing Yan Qingluo's words, a gleam of light flashed in Mu Ye's eyes. His Luo'er didn't blame him, did that mean that his Luo'er also had him in her heart?

"Luo Er ... "

"I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while." Yan Qingluo said and closed his eyes.

Mu Ye tucked the quilt in for her tactfully and stood by quietly.