The white shirt worn by the girl was soaking wet, and the two touches under the pink xiong dress were looming, which was extremely tempting.

In particular, the shirt has a few buttons spread out, revealing a large patch of snow skin, and the delicate and delicate collarbones.

The slender waist is so small, and the two most beautiful sections of the body are all under the eyes of men.

The slender fingers gently pinched the girl's slightly flushed face, and Zhan Xiaocheng's gaze gradually deepened.

It's really a natural and good skin......

Ruan Qinghua saw him looking at herself like this, and she was in his arms, the two behaved intimately and ambiguously, and she could even hear his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Suddenly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

"You let go of me......"

Ruan Qinghua raised her hand, pushed away his hand that was pinching her chin, and then pushed him.

As soon as the soft white fingers touched his rampartite muscles, he curled back shyly.

"That's your attitude towards your savior?" Zhan Xiaocheng grabbed the girl's finger and pinched it in his palm, and his expression was cold: "Do you know that you almost drowned just now?"

Ruan Qinghua pursed her lower lip slightly, and whispered, "Thank you just now......"

"How thanks?"

Zhan Xiaocheng came and raised his eyebrows with interest.

This sentence carried a hint of sadism, Ruan Qinghua bit his lip in annoyance, looked at his cold face, and his eyelashes trembled: "Before, I helped you deal with the wound, and I also helped you, and we were even......

"Flat?" Zhan Xiaocheng hooked his lower lip, stood up with the girl in his arms, and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows, "You are quite good at settling accounts." ”

"You let me go down......"

Being held so intimately by him, Ruan Qinghua was startled, shouted in a low voice, and slapped his little hand on him a few times.

But it happened to hit him in the wound.

Hearing him snort, it seemed to hurt.

Ruan Qinghua thought of something at this time, looked at him frowning and his face turned pale, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Seven, how is your injury, the wound can't be wet, I ......"

"It's noisy!" Zhan Xiaocheng lowered his eyes, glanced at her, and whispered irritably: "I can't die."

"You ......"

Ruan Qinghua pouted and glared at him in annoyance, as if he was losing his temper.

All the way back to the room, it was very quiet.

Zhan Xiaocheng threw the girl on the bed lightly and heavily, with an impatient expression, "Take a shower and change your clothes, and then get out!" ”

After speaking, Zhan Xiaocheng was just about to turn around, but Ruan Qinghua suddenly got up.

Raising his hand, he ripped off his soaked bathrobe.

This is the second time that a girl has stripped off her bathrobe, and Zhan Xiaocheng's face instantly became gloomy.

Ruan Qinghua ignored the anger on his face, staring at the red blood stains stained on the gauze wrapped around the man's waist and abdomen under the bathrobe.

Guilt ran rampant in every corner of my heart, my eyes turned red, and my voice was choked with a hint of choking, "I'll treat your wounds now." ”

After speaking, Ruan Qinghua jumped out of bed and was about to get the medicine box, when his wrist was grabbed by Zhan Xiaocheng.

He stared at the girl's wet appearance as if she was about to cry at any moment, and frowned, "You are not needed here." ”

Ruan Qinghua broke away from his hand, "When I finish dealing with your injuries, I'll get out immediately, and I will definitely not get in the way of your eyes again." ”

Zhan Xiaocheng's brows furrowed even tighter.

This girl acted decisively, how could she look like a teenager?

Seeing Ruan Qinghua coming over with a medicine box, he sat beside him, untied the gauze quickly, cleaned the wound, changed the dressing, and did it in one go.

Zhan Xiaocheng looked at her with a little more doubt.