He gasped slightly, and his eyes were a little red because of drinking, "I'll find some medicine to apply to you later, there is ice in the refrigerator, it should be better to apply it." ”

"Okay."

Bai Su also knew that he didn't mean it, so he didn't pursue it, "Get out of the car, it's not early." Wash up early, I have to work tomorrow. ”

"Hmm."

Cheng Jingyang held on to the car door and got out of the car.

His steps drifted slightly, and he glanced back at Bai Su from time to time. Bai Su locked the car and went in with him.

It took about half an hour to wash, put on pajamas and wipe his hair, and Bai Su faintly heard a knock on the door.

I thought that Lin Yuan had a job to explain to her, so when she opened the door, she saw that it was Cheng Jingyang.

He was carrying a medicine box with a bag of ice on top of it, and he kept bubbling cold air outside.

"I'll give you the medicine."

"I'll do it myself."

Bai Su wanted to get the medicine box, but Cheng Jingyang turned sideways and dodged.

"You are injured in your right hand, and it is inconvenient to apply medicine to your left hand. I should be responsible for the injuries I have injured. He seemed guilty, and his eyes dodged.

Somehow, Bai Su always felt that he bit the word "responsible" very hard.

Regarding Cheng Jingyang's temperament, not letting him take medicine may make him remember it more deeply. Thinking of this, Bai Su opened the door wider and let him in.

Each room of the Cheng family has a small table, and Bai Su's room is no exception. Cheng Jingyang easily pulled out two stools and put the medicine box on the table.

Bai Su sat on the side of him alone, and she reached out and put her wrist in front of him.

The light of the lamp was very clear, and the strangulation marks that were still red just now were already showing traces of bruises next to it.

For a subcutaneous wound like this, simply applying medicine will not help. But seeing that Cheng Jingyang is now full of guilt between his eyebrows, the left and right injuries have already been injured, Bai Su simply let him rub the wounds flat.

I thought he would bring out a piece of ointment at most, but he pulled out a small jar of medicinal wine in a brown bottle from the medicine box.

The medicinal wine smells very good, and there is a strong aroma of grass dew through the bottle.

He poured some medicinal wine into his hands, rubbed his hands together, and then carefully put them on her wrists, rubbing them gently.

Her wrists were rubbed repeatedly by his hands folded in his palms, and the soreness did subside a lot.

This kind of action is too intimate, Bai Su is not used to wanting to withdraw his hand, but the hand he covered seems to be loose, but it is actually tight, she twitched lightly, but she didn't pull it away.

Bai Su's face turned red from the back of her neck to the root of her ears, and in order to hide her embarrassment, she tried to change the subject, "What did you dream about when I called you, and why did you have such a big reaction?" ”

"Nothing." He didn't seem to want to mention it, "I drank too much and my mind was not clear." ”

"Oh." She didn't ask any further questions, and answered sullenly.

Cheng Jingyang rubbed very carefully and was very skillful. Bai Su's wrist was thin and tender, and although he deliberately rubbed it slowly, there was always a moment to stop.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was slightly hoarse, "I used to be injured in martial arts, and I rubbed it like this." ”

Bai Su moved his wrist slightly, although there was still pain in the tendons, it was far better than the hot feeling before.

He should have suffered many injuries when he was practicing martial arts, but he practiced the technique of kneading medicinal wine so skillfully.

"Cheng Jingyang." Bai Su put away his wrist and picked up the ice pack by himself, "I'm curious, how can you, a noble son, have such good fist and foot skills?" ”