With her fork in her mouth, Luo Qianqian asked in astonishment, “You have not eaten it before?”


  “It tastes a bit like the one you gave me last time,” Gu Yun Che said.

  He was used to being alone. He never celebrated birthdays with anyone else, so of course he would not eat anything like this.

  Luo Qianqian looked at the man opposite her and asked seriously, “When is your birthday?”


  “I forgot,” Gu Yun Che said casually.

  “No one forgets their own birthday.” Luo Qianqian looked at the man opposite her and said, “You celebrated my birthday for me today and I should do the same for you.”


  “No thanks, it is not my birthday.” Gu Yun Che turned her down and said, “Eat your food and your medicine.”


  “But I can do it for you,” Luo Qianqian said unwillingly.

  Gu Yun Che looked up at the girl who refused to give up. “Qianqian, I am not your man.”


  Facing her love, he knew clearly that he could not give her the happiness she desired.

  Thinking about it now, he should not have accepted her phone and kept in touch with her.

  “That is not for you to decide,” Luo Qianqian said with determination.

  Since she had confessed everything to him today, she did not need to conceal anything any more.

  Startled, Gu Yun Che got up, grabbed the medicine and put a cup of water on the table.

  “Take the medicine.”


  Luo Qianqian swallowed the medicine and took a bite of the cake, trying to press down the taste of the medicine.

  Then she put away the remaining cake, put it into the fridge and decided to finish it tomorrow.

  Sitting on the sofa, Gu Yun Che took out the topical medicines prescribed by the hospital, unwrapped them one by one and said, “Come and apply the medicine.”


  Luo Qianqian thought that he was going to apply the medicine for her himself, so she ran to him and sat down.

  However, Gu Yun Che said, “Do it yourself.”


  Luo Qianqian pursed her lips, raised her injured hand and said, “My hand is injured, look it’s shaking, I can’t keep it up.”


  “Stop pretending,” Gu Yun Che said.

  Luo Qianqian reached out for the cotton swab and shook her hand, dropping the swab.

  “Look, I really can’t hold it properly.”


  Gu Yun Che stared at her for a few seconds and finally compromised. He took the antiseptic solution and disinfected the wounds one by one before applying the ointment.

  The wounds on her hand were treated, as well as the wounds on her feet and the wound on her forehead.

  Luo Qianqian felt the man’s breath upon her head and her face started to heat up. She gasped when the medicine touched her wound.

  “Just hold on for a second.”


  Gu Yun Che’s voice was gentle and warm.

  Luo Qianqian smiled; it was her worst birthday and the best one ever.

  Gu Yun Che adjusted the dressing on her head and asked, “Where else?”


  Luo Qianqian pursed her lips and said after a long pause, “And… on my back.”


  Gu Yun Che looked away embarrassedly. “Do it yourself.”


  “I can’t see it, and my hands can’t reach,” Luo Qianqian said.

  Gu Yun Che sighed deeply, turned her around and said, “Where is it?”


  Sitting with her back facing him, Luo Qianqian unbuttoned her clothes carefully and removed the clothes, revealing the wound on her back.

  “Here.”


  Gu Yun Che looked at her and saw the glaring contusion on the girl’s back.

  Then there was the pink and blue strap of the bra on her slender shoulders. He was tall and strong, so that even though he was sitting behind her, he could still see the fullness of her bra.

  It was the first time for Luo Qianqian to be so naked in front of this man, and she was already blushing red.