C70 (1/2)

Lin Lang didn't feel that she had said anything wrong. If a man didn't burn in the morning, then how could he be called a man?

Seeing that she was angered to the point of running away, her good mood also disappeared. With her temper, she would probably run out onto the street in a flash. Originally, she didn't want to be in the same room with him.

His brow furrowed more and more as he sprinted out of the bedroom, wrapped around the blanket.

In the hall, An Hao ran to the profound entrance, and had already reached out to grab the handle of the door, but froze in place.

Seeing that she did not leave, Lin Lang heaved a sigh of relief. He leaned against the door frame and looked at her: ”Why aren't you leaving?”

An Hao took a deep breath, turned around without looking at him again, and walked towards the sofa and sat down without a word.

Lin Lang raised his brows in surprise, and did not speak nor move.

An Hao waited for a moment, then glared at him as she could no longer endure it. ”If you still don't come and change the medicine, I'll really be leaving.”

Seeing that she clearly wanted to leave yet endured and still remained, Lin Lang's heart softened into a mess. The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. His mood was inexplicably good to the point of flying off.

Hearing his laughter, An Hao was simply helpless. She felt like she couldn't even get angry, she looked at him like he was an idiot: ”Did you burn your brain last night? What's so funny about that? ”

Lin Lang took a step forward and sat beside her. With the corner of his lips still raised, he said a little proudly, ”My mood is good.”

”Tsk.” An Hao curled his lips in disdain, and casually fiddled with the medicine and gauze on the table: ”I'll tell you first, I'll only help you exchange for the ones on your shoulder, I don't care about the injuries on your thigh.”

Lin Lang nodded, and turned his back to her.