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When he got back into the car, he handed her a plastic bag. She opened it and saw that it contained rubbing alcohol, band-aids, some purple medicine, and a bunch of other random things. She took out the bottle of alcohol and whispered to him,

"Thank you." ​​

He furrowed his brows, as if he was too lazy to say anything else.

She did not dare to trouble him. She tried to apply the rubbing alcohol to her wound herself, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not wipe it properly with one hand. It would spill out from time to time, and the car was filled with the sharp smell of alcohol.

She quickly opened the car window and apologized profusely. "I'm sorry, I'll just..."

"Forget it. Pass me the alcohol. "

She was afraid that she would anger him again, so she did not dare to say anything more. She carefully handed the bottle of rubbing alcohol over.

He took it and poured it on his slender, fair, and elegant palm. Then, he pressed his hands together and rubbed, lifting his chin at her.

She was a little overwhelmed by his kindness, but she still extended her injured hand.

He carefully rubbed it for her, and his strength was just right.

She felt a warmth in her chest.

She could not help but look up at his face. It was dark, but she could see that he was frowning.

She was a little confused...

"Jin Di, what exactly do you want from me?"

The question that had been on her mind for a long time was blurted out without thought.

As soon as she said it, her entire body froze. The hand that Jin Di gave her to massage her wound paused slightly...which made her even more nervous...

"I was bored and I wanted to raise a pet. You just fit my taste."

His indifferent voice sounded from beside her, and he continued to massage her even after he finished speaking.

This answer was too simple, but because it was simple, she could not find any loopholes.

Could it be...that it was really just as simple as that?

Just because she was lucky enough to bump into him that night?

"Then if the person you met that night was not me, but someone else, would you have chosen them instead?"

There was a restless eagerness in her heart, and she could not help but ask.

"I don't want to make conjectures about things that cannot happen. That is unrealistic and self-indulgent. The person that night was you. Time can not be reversed, and I cannot meet another woman. It's that simple."

He ended the conversation decisively with these words.

She was stunned for a moment, but then she understood his logic. She couldn't help but laugh. The gloom of the night was instantly swept away.

His palm became a little hot as he rubbed her wrist. He really didn't understand why women liked to ask so many strange questions.

In the current circumstances...

She was the only woman he could touch.

So it was impossible for him to consider other women, but he subconsciously didn't want Zuo Aiai to know too much inside information.

Other than his parents, only Danil knew the details of his allergy to women.

After rubbing her wrist, he closed the lid of the rubbing alcohol. The choking smell of it in the car made him scrunch up his face in displeasure.

Zuo Aiai looked at his expression and could not help but smile. He saw her smiling face in the rearview mirror and his gaze fell on her red and slightly swollen lips...

"Turn around," he suddenly ordered.

Just as she turned her head, he pinched her chin, and then his lips kissed hers.

His kiss, like an animal licking a wound, wetted her little by little.