苏韵洗过澡后到厨房倒了杯温水，把外面的灯都关上，这才回卧室。                                                                                蒋慕承倚在床头，正翻看她以前买的一本杂志，闻声抬眸，“洗过了？”                                                                                苏韵：“恩。”                                                                                蒋慕承顺手把杂志收起来，盯着她的头发瞧了眼，“头发没洗？”                                                                                “洗了啊，在卫生间吹干的。”苏韵把水递给他，“喝点水。”                                                                                蒋慕承喝了一口就微微拧眉：“这是什么水？”                                                                                “自来水烧开的，将就吧，租房子哪里会有净水机，桶装水昨天喝完了，今天没来得及要。”苏韵也喝了几口，觉得挺好呀，能有什么味。                                                                                苏韵嗅了嗅鼻子，一股好熟悉的云南白药气雾剂的味道，她心里咯噔一下，他不会伤到了吧？若无其事问道：“我怎么感觉房间里味道怪怪的？”                                                                                蒋慕承还算镇定，指了指她床头柜的抽屉，“喷了你的云南白药，晚上我踹了林