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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

At the bottom of my heart, there is some warmth.

"Take your clothes off!" Mo Qianqian took the ointment and said suddenly.

"Good!" Hearing this, a wicked smile flashed on Beichen Shaoting's lips, and then he suddenly stretched out his hand and slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

Seeing his smile with ill intentions, Mo Qianqian was a little angry, and reached out to hit him very unhappily.

"What's going on in your head, I'm just going to help you with the medicine!"

She gave him a speechless look.

Seeing the malicious smile on his face, she was sure that when she told him to undress just now, something must have thought of something in his mind that made him speechless.

"I just thought about what I had to think! Anyway, I took off my clothes, so it's better for us to ......" Beichen Shaoting hooked his lips, and the smile on his face deepened.

Mo Qian's face was hot, and he angrily reached out and pinched his waist.

Beichen Shaoting gasped in pain, his undressing hand paused, and only after a moment did he take off his clothes and throw them aside.

This woman even pinched him again!

"Beichen Shaoting, don't forget, your leg is still injured!" Mo Qianqian kindly reminded him that he still had a plaster cast on his leg, so it was best not to mess around!

Although Lu Zi'an said that his injury would be fine for a few months, he is at least unable to move now!

"It's nothing to me! Don't doubt my abilities! ”

Seeing that she suddenly mentioned his injury, Beichen Shaoting glanced down at his plaster cast leg, and said with some unhappiness.

"Who doubts your abilities! Can't you settle down a little! Mo Qianqian gritted his teeth and glared at him: "Raise your arm, I'll help you with medicine!" ”

Beichen Shaoting frowned, but still raised his arm.

Beichen Shaoting also had a few abrasions on his arm, one of which even had a few stitches.

Looking at the wounds on his body, Mo Qianqian's hand holding the cotton swab couldn't help but tighten!

His eyes suddenly moistened a little.

When she saw the news of his injury in Japan, she almost felt like the sky was about to fall!

That feeling of pain, worry, and fear, she never wanted to feel again in her life.

"Okay, don't move, I'll help you wipe the wound on your back." Mo Qianqian threw away the cotton swab, and then married another one.

Beichen Shaoting pursed his lips and did not move.

Mo Qianqian got up, walked around to the back of the sofa, bent down, lowered his head, and then began to help him wipe the wound on his back.

Her movements were still very light, and the light Beichen Shaoting couldn't even feel it, she was helping her with medicine.

"Alright." After a while, Mo Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief.

"I still have a wound on my chest!" At this time, Beichen Shaoting suddenly spoke.

Hearing him say this, Mo Qianqian was a little surprised.

"Chest, too? But didn't the doctor say you had a wound on your chest? She was a little confused.

When the doctor told her, he only said that he had trauma on his arms, back, and forehead.

It was not said that he had a wound on his chest.

"......" Beichen Shaoting didn't explain, nor did he answer her words, but quietly waited for Mo Qianqian to come over and help him with medicine.

Seeing this, Mo Qianqian took the ointment again and spared it back.

She stopped in front of him, then crouched down and looked carefully at his chest.

But there were no external injuries in sight.

Except for the name on his chest, the skin on his chest was intact!