Help, I've become a paper man

Who cares about you! Song Yi wailed in his heart, but his attention was still drawn to Yan Changyue. He turned his attention back to Yan Changyue, and inevitably noticed the untidy cuffs and the fair skin.

Song Yi said resignedly: "Okay, let's go to the warehouse to get the medicine first."

Yan Changyue naturally had no objection and readily accepted his suggestion. The two of them left the training ground together and walked towards their destination. There were more warehouses and more complete supplies here. Under Yan Changyue's leadership, they changed direction halfway. Song Yi was thrown into the bathroom first to be washed, to wash off the dust and dirt that had been stained from rolling around on the floor. By the time he climbed out of the warm water, half an hour had passed.

He only wiped his hair half dry before he could not help but leave the bathroom to look for Yan Changyue. After all, this man had a "criminal record" and often went to work suddenly. He originally thought that they were separated for a short time, but he couldn't see him when he turned around. If he went to look for him again, he would directly enter the process of "waiting for Boss Yan to come home."

This time he was lucky as the bathroom was not far from the warehouse. When Song Yi went there, Yan Changyue had not left early and was still waiting inside. From the angle at the door, he could just see Yan Changyue's profile and the ends of her hair loosely tied behind her neck. She must have cleaned herself.

Song Yi subconsciously said: "Is your hair growing longer again?"

At least longer than when they first met.

Yan Changyue said "hmm" in response, and turned slightly to look at Song Yi. He didn't seem to care too much about his hairstyle, but because of this action, Song Yi could see his behavior clearly. This man was carrying a medicine box, and although he was still selecting medicines, it was almost full.

Song Yi took a breath, his eyes filled with vigilance, suspecting that when he spoke again, he would make an excuse that "they both had important things to do."

But Yan Changyue smiled, picked up the medicine bottle and shook it, and asked: "If you have time, can you help me apply the medicine?"

"I'm free." Song Yi answered immediately, and then after a pause, he added: "Yes, no problem."

His original stupid words sounded even more flustered after he tried to change them. He simply threw them behind his mind and walked directly towards Yan Changyue. He took the medicine bottle from the other's hand, unscrewed it, and pulled out a small pair of tweezers from the side to pick up the cotton ball soaked in the medicine liquid inside.

Yan Changyue had rolled up her long sleeves, revealing the bruises on her arms. When Song Yi handed her hand over to apply medicine, his thoughts unconsciously drifted away and fell on the back of the other's hand. The smooth fabric emitted a soft light and was of a different material from the leather gloves just now.

"Do you need to change your gloves when you change your clothes?" Song Yi asked as he glanced at Yan Changyue. He hadn't noticed before that Boss Yan was dressed more casually this time, with a hint of bookish air. Whatever he had to say seemed more harmless than before, and to some extent, more deceptive.

Yan Changyue nodded, answering the question with gestures, still smiling, and asked, "Okay, that's enough. Do you need my help with your injuries?"

Song Yi also nodded, feeling that this person was avoiding the question, but everyone has his own aesthetic taste, and besides, they have talked about this matter before. He thought there was no point in delving into it any further, so he cooperated and moved on to the next topic. He returned the medicine to Yan Changyue, then grabbed the hem of his short sleeves and began to pull it upwards, directly taking off his clothes.

"Wait a minute..." Yan Changyue raised her hand, trying to stop his action, but this time she was a step too slow. When she heard the sound, the clothes had been pulled to the top of her head. Song Yi peeked at her from the cloth. Yan Changyue slowly put down her hand and continued, "Well... your injuries may take some time to heal. We can go to another place to treat them."

Song Yi casually threw the short-sleeved shirt into the space and replied: "It doesn't matter, it's okay here."

Yan Changyue then explained: "I mean, you may have it on your leg too, but there are surveillance cameras here."

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Song Yi reached into the space, fished out the shirt he had just put on, and said as he put it on: "Next time, let's talk about important things first!"

The two left in silence and went to Song Yi's room to apply medicine. Just as Yan Changyue had guessed, Song Yi had more wounds on his body, with purple marks on his skin. Even with the passage of time and the rapid recovery of Stardust's body, the bruises were still clear after leaving the obstruction of the cloth, and looked more serious than Yan Changyue's.

But this was not urgent. Before applying medicine for him, Yan Changyue first grabbed his right wrist and raised her hand to rub his arm. The force was not strong, and the smooth cloth rubbing against the skin seemed particularly ambiguous. Song Yi was about to shrink back due to the slight itch, but the movement suddenly stopped. A sudden pain surged up, making his mind clear, and he took a breath of cold air.

"You still need some medical courses." Yan Changyue sighed and let go of Song Yi's arm. At this time, Song Yi came back to his senses from the pain and thought about what happened just now.

He was still in combat at that time. His arm was twisted, but his beast transformation deepened, and his high heart rate brought him inappropriate excitement. Not only did he not think much about it, his brain basically stopped thinking at that time. He just bent it and performed rough medical treatment directly. After the battle, he could feel that his arm had recovered quickly. The pain in his arm had long since stopped. He just thought that he was gifted, but he didn't expect that the "improvement" was entirely supported by his physical fitness. Until just now, Yan Changyue bent it back to its original position.

"Haha, it's you. Uh, you're quite strong." Song Yi said awkwardly.

Yan Changyue still smiled, but said: "Xingchen's body is very strong. Under normal circumstances, it doesn't matter if you do this, but next... you still have a battle, and you will be aware of the subtle differences when facing the enemy."

Song Yi nodded obediently, with a completely submissive attitude, but his indifference was still clearly revealed. Yan Changyue didn't dwell on it anymore, and patted his shoulder directly, then raised her hand towards the sofa beside her, motioning Song Yi to sit down. This time, he listened to Yan Changyue and walked over obediently, but did not touch the sofa, and sat directly on the carpet.

Yan Changyue also sat beside him, casually placing the medicine on the coffee table to help treat the wound. During this time, Song Yi gradually began to feel sleepy. In order not to fall asleep at this time, he bit open a bag of bread, took a piece and chewed it slowly, but his brain began to become slow until he heard Yan Changyue's voice, asking:

"Okay, I've applied the medicine. Let it recover for a while. But...why don't you go to the arena and take a look? The winner will be your opponent in the future."

Song Yi suddenly woke up and turned to look at Yan Changyue. It was still the same pretty face, but she actually said such cruel words. It was really unbelievable to him!

"Are you going out to work?" Song Yi asked with an affirmative tone. At this moment, he had come to his senses, and Yan Changyue could no longer coax him in a simple way.