Kude helped Mu Qian out of the bathroom half an hour later, and Wen Jiaren had already changed the bedsheets and duvet covers to clean ones.
Kude disdainfully pushed him onto the bed, then turned to Wen Jiaren, "I'm telling you, nobody is allowed to speak of this, or else where would I, the boss, put my face?"
Then, he glared at Mu Qian, "Let me tell you, you better not die. Once you're healed, you better pay me back."
After saying that, he left hurriedly, "I need to go take a shower too. The smell of men is disgusting. I prefer the scent of women."
Wen Jiaren couldn't help but laugh and cry at Kude's retreating figure. She turned her worried gaze back to Mu Qian, holding his hand, "Are you feeling better now?"
Mu Qian nodded, "I smell a lot better on my body."
Wen Jiaren, "...That's not what I was asking you."
Her hand rested on his cold handsome face, her thumb caressing back and forth on his skin, "Maybe I should..."
"Jiaren."
