93. 093 Cleaning the wound
The worries in the stomach were all undoubtedly displayed in the gathered eyebrows, "I'll take a look." ”
"It's really fine." Ming Shao's eyes flashed to the side quickly, but he didn't want to dodge, he was dragged by Shilan's hand and screamed in pain again, and took a breath of cool air.
"What's going on?" Her hurried mood overflowed.
However, when he wanted to perfunctory, he was already being dragged by her soft hands, his eyes were sparkling with urgency, and the words of true affection overflowed from his throat, "Let me see, okay?" ”
The almost crazy eyes fell on her eyes, lingering and obsessed, it was a kind of gaze that seemed to have been in love for a thousand years, with a lingering entanglement that could not be abandoned, and a bitterness that could not be abandoned.
He nodded slightly infatuatedly, for the first time she was caring about him!
For the first time, he really felt the deep intertwining between his and her hearts.
Gently lifting his coat, blushing and peeling off the shirt on his right shoulder, a cluster of scorching flames instantly burned her body, and her heart was hot when her fingers inadvertently touched his white, firm skin.
However, in the next second, her eyes were stunned, and her delicate eyebrows were tightly twisted.
The fire in my heart also disappeared at this moment, and was replaced by a layer of sadness.
His naked/airborne scars were so clear that they tingled her little heart.
She was so sad that she didn't feel it when her father was cremated that day, and she didn't remember biting him.
Regret's eyes met his uneasy gaze, "Why don't you push me?" ”
The clear and visible tooth marks were extremely deep, and he was like a vicious wolf at that time, treating him as a piece of fat and gnawing on him desperately.
"No, it's nothing, it doesn't hurt much, it's not... Didn't push it away. His somewhat stammering tone couldn't hide how much he cared about her.
I'd rather be bitten all over my body and fester, and I'd like to let her vent.
Crystal clear tears poured down uncontrollably, and his voice was choked with a hint of hoarseness, "I'll bandage you when I go back." ”
"Well, okay, don't cry." Ming Shao hugged her distressedly, and the guilty apologies came heavily, blaming himself for not taking some time to bandage the wound, otherwise he would not let Shilan know without anger.
He has been so busy these days that he has been dizzy, and more importantly, he has no time to take care of himself, and he only thinks that Shilan can be in a good mood.
The slender eyelashes left a row of faint silhouettes, and at this moment, she closed her eyes and leaned quietly in his warm arms, feeling the self-evident feelings.
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In a small room that could only accommodate a single bed and a desk, Shilan took out the medicine box and carefully disinfected and wiped the purple potion for Ming Shao.
"Shhhh Even though he endured it strongly, he still gasped heartily when it was applied to the suppurative area.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Shilan retracted her hand in a panic and looked at him with guilt on her face.
"No, it's okay, you continue." He gritted his teeth, his slender fingers waving, motioning for her to continue.
Biting his lip, the white tender hand reached over and continued to smear for him, not daring to look at him, for fear that he would be soft-hearted, but his young heart was tearing a little bit, and the injury was also painful in his body.
Finally, everything was bandaged, and she let out a long sigh of relief, and then she looked at the man in front of her, a pair of hard and burning eyes staring at him with fire, stabbing her whole body uncomfortable.
A tender voice overflowed from his hot throat, "Shilan, I..."