Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

All of Lin Zheng's emotions that were about to burst out were suppressed by her slightly raised eyebrow in doubt.

Does she... think he's lying too?

Lin Zheng stiffened his lips slightly, took her around the corner of the stairs, and walked up.

Just arrived at the second floor.

As if remembering something, Lin Zheng leaned on the railing and said to Ah Zhi downstairs: "Bring the medicine bottle in the bathroom up to me."

Xia Youren hesitated, "Uncle...what medicine?"

It couldn't be what he thought, could it?

Lin Zheng glanced at him coldly, then glanced at Xie Yao, who was walking very slowly. "Reducing inflammation and stopping bleeding."

Xia Youren pursed his lips into a line. Okay, that was exactly what he had in mind...

Now his future father-in-law can’t clear himself from this even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

After Xie Yao heard what he said, he clenched his fists until they turned white.

If she had asked for help...

If she had said anything, asking him to take her away...

But she didn't.

The tears that flowed cast a shadow on the light.

Xie Yao stepped out of the Lin Family Clinic and stopped, letting the door behind him bounce back and close.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the first time he saw her, like the last recollection before burying love -

The quiet office was opened.

Her eyes were full of expectation, shining brightly, as if he was the savior of her life.

She smiled brightly at him, her pair of extremely clear eyes curved into two pleasing arcs, making people feel favorable towards her:

"I heard you're a brain surgeon who returned from abroad. That's perfect. You must be very talented."

"Can you show me your head? I'm sick, I think you can do it."

What was his reaction then?

He chuckled helplessly, feeling a little proud of her unique compliment.

After chuckling, he thought she was very cute, but then, due to the unfamiliarity of our first meeting, he waved his hand and firmly rejected her.

Xie Yao suddenly felt a little regretful.

If he had known this earlier, he would have agreed.

Even if Lin Zheng wasn't there, there would have been no possibility between him and her...

He could see how many times she avoided him.

It's just that he is secretly attracted to her and doesn't want to give up.

……

Jingzhi originally thought that Lin Zheng would at least take her to the guest room, or to Azhi's room.

Unexpectedly, he pulled her directly into his room.

Dark blue bed and light blue wide plaid curtains.

Spotless beige floor tiles and white wardrobes.

In addition, there is a large black bookshelf opposite the bed, and a white desk and chair next to the bookshelf.

The square layout allows you to see all the furnishings at a glance.

A person's character can be seen from his furnishings.

Lin Zheng is probably a very strict Chinese medicine practitioner who also has a bit of mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder. You can tell by looking at his medical books ranging from large volumes to small pamphlets.

As soon as she finished looking through it, he pushed her down on the chair in front of the desk.

There were also a few medical books on the table that he had not finished reading. Jingzhi looked up and took a look, but did not touch anything.

After all, they have no relationship yet, so it is not appropriate for her to touch his personal things.

Lin Zheng was rummaging through his clothes in front of the wardrobe.

Jingzhi held her face in her hands and watched, her feet swinging back and forth in boredom.

Suddenly, my toes kicked something under the table.

Jingzhi looked down and saw that it was her small silver-gray suitcase.

Then the problem comes again.

After she came to his house, she kept soaking in the bathtub.

Why did Lin Zheng put her personal belongings in his room?

Why not take her to the guest room, or Azhi's room?

If all else fails, you can just find a corner downstairs to put it.

After all, he doesn't seem like such a tactless person.

Jingzhi turned her head and looked at him dimly, "Doctor Lin, are you——"

Before she could ask any question, he raised his hand to interrupt her.

Lin Zheng happened to see Azhi coming up the stairs out of the corner of his eye.

So he stammered and made an excuse and hid away.

……

After taking the things, he sent Azhi downstairs again, then he walked back and closed the door.

However, he was standing outside the door.

Lin Zheng leaned against the door and said to Jingzhi inside:

"We can talk later if you have anything to say. Change into clean clothes first, or you'll catch a cold."

There was no response from inside.

Lin Zheng didn't know whether she was changing clothes or not, so he could only stand outside and wait, holding the medicine bottle obediently.

More than a minute passed.

Finally, the rustling sound of changing clothes could be heard from inside.

Lin Zheng took a step forward silently, and the outer contour of his ears was quietly stained with a layer of red.

"Doctor Lin, do you have a hair dryer?"

Jingzhi's question came from the room.

"...Oh, it's in the bathroom. I'll get it." He came back to his senses and wanted to go directly to the bathroom at the end, but the slightly cold porcelain bottle and dirty gauze in his palm reminded him of one thing - the clean gauze used to bandage her was gone.

Lin Zheng had no choice but to go downstairs first.

There was no need to go downstairs, Azhi had already very tactfully brought up a roll of gauze.

His face was full of expressions of disappointment.

"Dad...ah..."

"I thought you had already...ah..."

"Why are you...ah..."

"Forget it, I'll give you the gauze. Bandage him well."

Lin Zheng took the gauze and glared at her in irritation, "It's none of your business to meddle in my affairs!"

Ah Zhi pursed her lips, frowning, looking a little stubborn, "I'm your daughter, I don't care who cares!"

"Although I've only known her for a short time, I still like her. If you really like her, just pursue her."

Watching Lin Zheng escaping quickly by climbing up the stairs two by two, Ah Zhi lay at the foot of the stairs and shouted:

"Don't be shy in front of love! Otherwise, the other person will run away!"

Not only he heard this sentence, but Jingzhi, who had sharp ears, also heard it.

She stood in front of the mirror next to his wardrobe and silently patted her hot cheeks. Azhi was right. If she didn't take the initiative, Dr. Lin seemed like he would run away.

After taking a deep breath, she turned her body from side to side and took a closer look at her outfit.

A white tank top with suspenders and black hip-hugging jeans.

Hmm...it seems too revealing. Dr. Lin probably doesn't like women who dress too revealingly, right?

After thinking for a while, she took out a thin white shirt from her suitcase to protect herself from the sun and put it on.

"Knock knock knock."

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Lin Zheng's low voice came from the door:

"Jingzhi? Have you changed? You need to hurry up, otherwise you'll easily catch a cold-"

Before Mao could even utter a word, the door opened wide.

Jingzhi stood in front of him coquettishly, her half-wet hair still stained with moisture. Water droplets flowed down her slightly curly hair, wetting her shirt. Her milky white skin was faintly visible under the fabric.

Under the straight and well-proportioned legs, the delicate toes were curled shyly, and on the soles of the feet were a pair of blue slippers that were not the right size.

is his……

Lin Zheng felt the heat on his face slowly rising.

Jingzhi lowered her eyes slightly, staring at the thing in his hand, "Should I blow dry my hair first or bandage it first?"

"Go ahead and blow it as quickly as possible, or I'm afraid you'll—"

"I'm fine." She twisted her fingers and suddenly interrupted him, "Um..."

There were so many questions in my mind that I didn't know which one to ask first.

When she finished struggling, she found herself being pressed down on the chair by him again.

There was a buzzing sound on the left side of her ear, and the heat blew away the moisture on her head.

The high temperature made her scalp sweat.

Lin Zheng noticed that his fingertips were slightly wet, so he quickly lowered the temperature and used a softer temperature to carefully blow-dry her hair.

While blowing, he did not forget to blow on the wet parts of her shirt, for fear that the clothes would stick to her body and make her uncomfortable.

I was moved by his attentiveness and my heart was filled with emotion.

Jingzhi picked at her fingers and became even more confused.

……

After a few minutes.

As soon as the hair dryer stopped, the two people, each with their own thoughts, spoke at the same time.

"I have something to tell you."

"I have something to tell you."

The unconcealable passion and desire in each other's eyes made both of them feel ashamed.

Jingzhi and Lin Zheng looked away at the same time.

One of them lowered his head and picked at his fingers.

One turned around and took the gauze.

He said: "First, bandage it, the wound is important."

Jingzhi agreed with red ears, "Okay, sure, thank you."

"……You're welcome."

"No, no, no, I should thank you. Without you, I might have turned into a zombie."

……

The two people who were so nervous that they kept talking politely, suddenly stood up and sat down after the bandaging was completed, and fell silent at the same time.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

The hot and bright beams of light shone through the windows, seemingly allowing one to see the tiny specks of dust in the air.

The tiny substance near their noses was being disrupted from its original trajectory by their repeated deep breaths.

Lin Zheng was holding the empty porcelain bottle, staring at her increasingly red earlobe from behind with affectionate eyes.

It was as if all the words of confession were stuck in my throat, each one vying for first place, and in the end I couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, it was Jingzhi, who was more cheerful, who broke the gloomy atmosphere first.

She turned around and stood up, as if questioning him, and took a step closer, asking seriously:

"Just now in the bathroom, Xie Yao was clearly asking me, why did you have to cover my mouth?"

"I..." She gently touched his lips that had just begun to stammer.

"I haven't finished asking." She said angrily.

The warm touch on his lips made his heart tremble uncontrollably.

Lin Zheng took a step back reservedly, avoiding her fingers.

Jingzhi frowned and took another step closer:

"You knew everyone misunderstood, so why didn't you explain?"

"You are obviously a very sensible person, why did you hold my arm in front of him?"

"Also, why did you hide my suitcase?"

"Xie Yao called me over a dozen times. Why didn't you let me answer? Why did you always find excuses not to let me touch my phone?"

"You...what you just said on the stairs, is it true?"

One step, one question.

Lin Zheng was directly pressed by her until he had no way to retreat and could only stand against the wall.

She leaned very close to him, and her eyes full of curiosity and expectation made his thin skin burn.

It was as if all his little thoughts were exposed by her. Lin Zheng turned his face away in shame, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Do you want me to imitate you?" As she said that, she stretched out two fingers, pressed them against his hot face, and turned his head back.

With her other hand, she gently pressed the collar of his half-dry shirt. She looked deeply into his eyes, as if she wanted to see all the little secrets in his heart at once. "Doctor Lin, one last question."

"Your heartbeat...why did it suddenly become so fast?"

At this moment, Lin Zheng realized that once a person's emotions fluctuate too much, he will be unable to speak.