Some cool fingers inadvertently touched his fingers, but the man's movements paused.

A look of surprise crossed the face of the demon.

"Don't underestimate the people in our little family, although we are not as good as you, I have learned a lot in school." Wen Xia was afraid that he would not trust him, so he explained in a low voice.

She also learned about dealing with wounds in school.

As she spoke, she hurriedly found a bag of cotton swabs from the medicine box, took them out, took out a few cotton swabs and put them in the bottle of the potion, dipped them in the potion, and then took them out.

Her other hand gently grasped his palm, and then took a cotton swab stained in potion and gently applied it to the wound in his palm, cleaning away the blood.

Her movements made Mo Chuan frown, he lowered his eyes, looking at the small and slender hand she held his hand, his eyes sank, and his eyes became complicated.

She treated his wounds very lightly, softly, and slowly, which was the most annoying style of his daily life.

But at this moment, he looked at the girl in front of him who didn't look very old, but he didn't seem to hate her very much.

Wen Xia carefully cleaned the wound on his palm, and then opened the medicine to stop bleeding, sprinkled the medicine powder evenly on his wound, let go of his hand, lowered his head again, found small scissors in the medicine box, cut a small piece of gauze, and then cut a few small pieces of tape to bandage his wound.

It wasn't until the wound was completely bandaged that Wen Xia let go of his hand.

"Alright."

Mo Chuan lowered his eyes, looking at his carefully processed and bandaged palm, and his eyes changed.

The wounds she treats are not quite the same as the ones he treats himself, he always stops the bleeding of the wounds in the most convenient way, and then applies a piece of adhesive tape indiscriminately.

But at this time, the gauze attached to the wound on his palm was neatly shaped, and the small tape used to fix it next to it was also cut into small strips, which was exquisite.

"Don't get the wound wet for a few days, otherwise it will be easy to become inflamed." Wen Xia said to him as he packed up the medicine box.

Listening to her words, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked her coldly.

"Not afraid of me?"

If you are afraid of him, why should you help him treat his wounds?

"I'm your wife now." She whispered to him.

"As long as you don't beat me in the future, I'm still willing to live in peace with you."

Wife?

Hearing her say this, Mo Chuan was a little surprised, didn't she know that she was here to be happy?

But seeing that her tone was quite sincere, he did not refute her words, but looked at her with curiosity on his face.

"Who said I'm going to hit you?"

Questioned by him like this, Wen Xia shook his head gently, for fear of affecting others, so he changed his words.

"No...... I guessed it myself. ”

Mo Chuan stared at the girl's face, and then realized that her appearance seemed to be a little similar to Xiao Xun'er.

Although their facial features are not similar.

Thinking about it, his face softened a little, and he asked her with some curiosity.

"What's your name?"

"Wen Xia."

Wen Xia? It's not that bad.

"How old?" He asked.

"Twenty."

Twenty?

It's about the same age as Xiao Xun'er.

Mo Chuan looked at her a few times before telling her seriously.

"I don't hit people easily."