Ling Luo originally just said it as a joke, but he didn't admit that Xiao Ziyu would let it go like this, only whispered the word "good", and began to reach out to untie Ling Luo's shirt.

Ling Luo's face instantly seemed to have overturned the oil paint board, it was very cute, she never thought that Xiao Ziyu would agree with what she said so directly.

But now that the words have been spoken, if you say to stop it again, it will be a little too much, so even if Ling Luo is unwilling in her heart, she has to stiffen her body and let Xiao Ziyu start to give her medicine.

Xiao Ziyu knew Ling Luo's embarrassment and discomfort in his heart, but he didn't say anything to make fun of her, but just let his subordinates' movements be as gentle and gentle as possible, so as to alleviate the pain of tearing open the flesh and skin of the clothes and wounds.

Xiao Ziyu half-untied Ling Luo's clothes, without the slightest intention of thinning her, only revealing her smooth and tender shoulders, and it was precisely because of the fair and delicate skin that the knife wounds on it were particularly abrupt.

Because he had never been medicated, the outer edge of the wound on Ling Luo's shoulder had become a little red and swollen, and the blood had turned into a dark red that had congealed into lumps, and it looked extremely hideous because of the relationship that had just been torn again.

The knives held by the soldiers on the battlefield were very thick and wide, so the wounds caused were also very large and deep, but fortunately, Ling Luo had spiritual power to protect his body, so he would not lose an arm or his life because of this.

Xiao Ziyu gently sprinkled the wound medicine he was carrying on the wound where the flesh turned out, but the very subtle movement aroused a shrunk of the villain in front of him, he knew that Ling Luo was in pain, but her very stubborn nature did not allow herself to show the slightest weakness in front of Xiao Ziyu, so she could only endure it and not make a sound of pain.

Xiao Ziyu looked at Ling Luo's small body with his back to him, his heart felt as if he had been hammered by a heavy object, and his amber eyes were full of pity and love.

After wrapping Ling Luo's wound with a clean cloth tape, Xiao Ziyu pulled the placket back for Ling Luo, and then reached out and ran her silky hair, the soft voice seemed to be coaxing the most cherished woman, "It won't hurt anymore soon." ”

Facing Xiao Ziyu, who is neither friend nor foe, Ling Luo has always kept himself sober and reasonable, and after so many ups and downs, Ling Luo has already realized that her safety is not just her own business, her every move is related to the survival of the entire Snow City.

On weekdays, Xiao Ziyu's body always reveals a shrewdness and calculation, so Ling Luo is a little more jealous and defensive of him, but now facing such a gentle and warm-hearted Xiao Ziyu, Ling Luo is a little at a loss, her long-calm heart lake is like someone throwing a stone into it, although it is not huge, but it is enough to startle the ripples in her heart.

Ling Luo didn't know how long it had been since she had been cared for like this, since Gu Xi passed away, she had been trapped in that invisible besieged city, even if she looked like an ordinary person on the surface, but in her heart she couldn't help but be stepped into, and she felt that no one would be as good as Gu Xi.

But now Xiao Ziyu is like an outlier, so easily she broke Ling Luo's defense, so that she couldn't even resist, she could only watch herself retreat again and again, and she still couldn't stop until the edge of the cliff.