"Come in, it's cold." A cold breeze blew gently, and Lu Jingang, noticing she wasn't wearing much, spoke indifferently.
"Do you need me to apply medicine for you? If not, I'll leave now, I won't go in." Mu Lezhu looked up at him, feeling somewhat reluctant to visit him. Every time she was here, she couldn't help but think of the day she got drunk and was carried back by him.
It was actually a mundane and small incident, but for some reason, Mu Lezhu felt odd about it. Especially whenever she saw him, her heart would inexplicably race, and his words would affect her emotions, making her more irritable than before.
"I need it, come in." Lu Jingang glanced at her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the villa's iron gate.
