Fast time travel: Tea-type beauties flirt with crazy paranoid bosses

"Why is the wound on your back still not healed?"

Seeing the wound on her back, Siran couldn't help asking, with worry and blame in his tone.

"Why don't you apply the medicine?"

Thinking of the fact that the scar on her back hadn't healed, it might be the reason why she didn't apply the ointment.

Si Ran suppressed the anger in his tone, and looked at the people in the spring water with indifferent eyes.

"Sometimes it doesn't work."

The slightly aggrieved voice made Si Ran choke.

Most of the time, only Si Ran and Chi Yao lived in this place, so sometimes he did not fully take care of Chi Yao's daily life.

Si Ran's tone softened all of a sudden, and he beckoned to her, "Come here."

Chi Yao hesitated for a second, then swam towards him, but didn't want the water in the cold spring to move down as he got closer.

Chi Yao looked at the waterline moving down and hesitated.

Suddenly there was a splash, and the water splashed in front of her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, it was Si Ran who had entered the water.

Clothes soaked by the cold spring clung to his body, exposing his graceful curves, and some of the spring water even dripped on his jawline when he entered the water.

Following the drop of water, Chi Yao also moved his gaze down.

"Where are you looking?"

Si Ran put his hand on her forehead, and turned her around with a serious face, making her back to him.

He tore off the fabric of his clothes to wrap his hands, and stained one side of the fabric with ointment. The milky white ointment was lightly applied to the hideous scar. The itching of silk made her unable to bear the desire to grab it.

But he didn't want to wait for her to start, his other hand clasped her wrist, and said softly with a little tenderness, "don't move."

Chi Yao was caught by him, and she couldn't move for a moment, the itching there seemed to spread to her beating heart.

The long process of applying the medicine finally passed, leaving only a touch of embarrassment and ambiguity left in the air.

Chi Yao struggled slightly with the wrist held in his palm, before Si Ran reacted and let go of her hand, and before letting go, she couldn't help rubbing the soft wrist.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt."

Si Ran didn't call himself a teacher, because he already knew that he had failed to fulfill the responsibility of a master, and he also understood that he no longer wanted to be her teacher.

"It's okay, it's the master..."

"No, not the master."

Siran raised his head and looked at her with a strong possessive desire, his indifferent and alienated appearance was a little different in the past.

"It's me, I was rude to you."

The word "I" was bitten very hard, as if to emphasize some identity.

"Chi Yao, so do you understand what I mean?"

Trying hard to maintain the difference between men and women, God of War actually looked at the person in front of him with a faint prayer. It turned out that even God of War was hoping for love.

[The hero's blackening value is 5. 】

Chi Yao lowered her head and did not make a sound, while Si Ran also waited for the arrangement of fate.

She remained silent for a long time, allowing him to understand her intentions.

It turned out that I was really rude.

He laughed at himself in his heart.

When Siran was about to turn around and leave, a soft little hand gently grabbed the corner of his clothes. He looked in the direction of this hand, and it was Chi Yao who was so nervous that he swallowed.

"I understand, it's just that I'm a little scared."

Chi Yao took a deep breath, and said slowly: "I'm trying to accept that everything tonight is not an illusion, because I'm afraid it's my fantasy."