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These should be the hemostatic herbs that Bai Xiao found for Ye Huai'an in the forest!

"What's going on?" frowned slightly, and by the light of the fire, he looked carefully around the wound, and faintly saw a strange purple light in the green slurry mixed with blood.

Stretched out his hand and took out his handkerchief from his arms, soaked it in the broken porcelain bowl, soaked the brocade handkerchief, and gently and carefully wiped the wound for Ye Huai'an!

When the slippery coolness gently fell on Ye Huai'an's body, Ye Huai'an's face, which was already miserable and almost couldn't see any blood, faintly glowed with a touch of pink, like peach blossoms blooming, pink and delicate!

Slightly lowered his head, looked at the people in front of him, looked at Luo Qingying's slender eyelashes that were gently shaking when he lowered his eyes, and looked at the serious and careful look on Luo Qingying's face, Ye Huai'an's eyes that were calm and waveless in the past, so that people could not see the slightest emotion, slowly climbed up with a touch of strange color, colorful, dazzling, good-looking Adam's apple, and also squirmed up and down unconsciously!

Ye Huai'an moved his gaze to the side a little unnaturally, not daring to look at the person in front of him again, but the corner of his eye was still unconscious, following the person in front of him.

Luo Qingying carefully wiped the wound for Ye Huai'an, while carefully observing the situation of the wound, and focused her entire attention on Luo Qingying, who was on it, and didn't notice the flash of fire on the top of her head, as well as ...... The pink on Ye Huai'an's face that is full of too many fantasies!

Gently and carefully, he wiped off the green slurry around the wound for Ye Huai'an, stretched out his soft, jade-like fingers, and gently pressed a few times around the wound, a trace of red river overflowed from Ye Huai'an's wound that had not healed long ago, Luo Qingying quickly took out a clean handkerchief from his arms and pressed it on it, until he estimated that the blood was no longer flowing, Luo Qingying took the handkerchief off.

put the extinguished firewood into the pyre, took out the trauma medicine he took from Bai Ying, wiped it on Ye Huai'an's wound with great care, and turned it over in the burden she brought, and found a suitable set of clothes to come out.

The hands naturally circled Ye Huai'an, pulling the long strip of cloth, and carefully bandaged Ye Huai'an, those small hands, with a warm temperature like the warm sun, left a trace of warmth on Ye Huai'an's body from time to time, which made people want to try their best to catch it.

The long and curled eyelashes, against the backdrop of the firelight, exude a soft orange light, fluttering, like gorgeous colorful butterflies flying among the flowers, people can't help but want to capture, want to have this beautiful color.

Ye Huai'an's eyes unconsciously fell on Luo Qingying's body again, looking at the orange sparks dancing on Luo Qingying's slender eyelashes, like stars shining on it, looking at Luo Qingying's pink cheeks that were set off by the firelight, revealing a bit of delicate color, his eyes unconsciously showed a bit of confusion, and he couldn't help but slowly, lowered his head, and wanted to melt into the beauty in front of him!

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^