Chapter 305
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Su Zhinian fastened his belt, turned around, and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible as he asked, "Why are you looking for me?"
Song Qingchun didn't say anything. Her pair of large, dark eyes stared right at him without blinking.
Su Zhinian's ears started to burn from her stare. He cleared his throat, and seeing that she still had no reaction, he pretended to be calm. He walked to the bedside, picked up his shirt gracefully, and put it on.
He looked like he was doing the buttons on his shirt, but his fingers were in a mess, and two of the buttons in the middle were misplaced.
His ears burned even hotter, and a light blush crawled up his pale face. He turned his head subconsciously to avoid her gaze, and he cleared his throat loudly again.
Song Qingchun came to and stood where she was for half a minute before she realized what she had just seen.
Her face turned bright red, and she quickly pulled her gaze away from Su Zhinian. She had completely forgotten why she had come to his bedroom, and she turned to run out the door.
The door was slammed heavily, and one minute later, it was pushed open again.
Song Qingchun rushed back into the room with a red face. She slammed the package in her hands on the coffee table before Su Zhinian. She did not even dare to look at him as she tossed out two words in a hurry, "This is yours." Then, she dashed out of the room.
The door banged loudly again.
Su Zhinian stared at the package that Song Qingchun had slammed on the table, and the redness on his face deepened.
After some time, he reached out to pick up the package. He was about to open it when the door was pushed open for the third time.
Su Zhinian paused before turning around to see Song Qingchun standing at the door. She did not come in, and her eyes were staring at the coffee table before him.
Su Zhinian adjusted his emotions and asked softly, "Is there anything else?"
Song Qingchun did not answer his question, but her gaze fell on his face. She stared at him for a moment before walking back into his bedroom. She stopped before the trash can beside his feet and lowered her head to look into it.
There were a lot of blood-stained cotton balls inside, and the smell of alcohol was strong.
The cotton balls were still wet, so they must have been thrown in not long ago.
She thought back to what she had seen on the coffee table. The medical kit was open, and beside it was a cotton bag, tweezers, a tube of ointment, and an opened bottle of alcohol.
Actually, when she came in to give him the package, she accidentally saw those things from the corner of her eye, but she left in a hurry, so she didn't think too much about it. It wasn't until she returned to the bedroom that she vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He had nothing better to do, so why did he put those things out? Could it be that she was injured?
No matter how she thought about it, she still felt a little uneasy, so she came back. Unexpectedly, she saw the sterilized cotton ball in the trash can.
Song Qingchun bit on her lips and looked at Su Zhinian. "Where are you hurt?"
When Song Qingchun looked at the trash can, Su Zhinian understood what she meant.
Yes, he was injured. He had used too much force to control the deliveryman's fall that morning, causing the deliveryman's leg to bruise and injure his leg as well.
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