I don't know when Mu Danchen has moved his position to Luo Yi's side.

Fetching pen and paper from the table, he traced it meticulously to the paper according to the delicate pattern that draped from the gown.

The embroidery pattern was there, and he took out a box of needles of different thicknesses and lengths from the small needlework treasure chest, and compared it with the paper that was completely incomparable with the thin light yarn, he picked a sharp and thin embroidery needle, passed through a silver thread as thin as green silk, and began the incomparably clumsy first embroidery with the lifelike lines on the paper.

This extremely delicate work is really difficult for him.

Speaking of embroidery, regardless of whether he is a man or not, he does not say anything, just say that the distance between the paper in his hand and the light yarn really cannot be said in the same day, only a little difference.

Let's compare, the thickness of paper and light yarn are different, the hardness is different, and the silky density is different, which directly leads to the smooth and blocked texture of the needle and thread, which is also very different.

Therefore, when Mu Danchen pinched the thin embroidery needle and pushed through the still meager paper, he carefully pulled the silver thread, afraid that the slight sound caused by the friction between the thread and the paper would disturb Luo Yi, who was immersed in his own world. So, he did his best, little by little, to reduce the appearance of noise.

At the same time, he had to be very careful with the needle and thread, so that the frighteningly thin embroidery needle could be pierced through his finger without being avoided.

But Rao was so careful and careful, his fingers were not scarred by the cruel pricking, but he was still ruthlessly poked with seven, eight or nine holes.

At this moment, he really experienced the profound lesson of ten fingers and hearts, because this wound, which was so small that it was difficult to detect with the naked eye, made his brows twitch in pain, and he wanted to make "ah, ah, hiss" and so on and so on.

His brow knotted, and he endured the pain, continuing to purse his lips and practice tirelessly.

He wanted to share her worries, even if it wasn't now, he hoped that he would be able to help her one day in the future.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twisted, and there was another knot between his eyebrows. Because a gorgeous crimson was gradually condensing into a bewitching round blood bead between his slender fingers.

"Tsk, that's clumsy."

Secretly scolding himself in the bottom of his heart, Mu Danchen raised his hand and was about to take it back, a plain white little hand quickly grabbed his wrist at this time, and a tissue covered the red at the same time, gently sucking away the drop of blood for him.

Looking up, it was Luo Yi who stood up with frowning.

"I'm going to get OK Bang."

Before she could finish speaking, she was about to turn around, but her hand was held at this moment.

"It's okay, no need."

It turned out that she did not "turn a blind eye" to him.

His heart was sweeter than drinking sweet honey water.

Gently pulling her to his side, he looked up at her:

"I'm really fine."

The dullness of the beautiful voice has an extremely sultry sensuality.

Looking down to meet his eyes, she broke free of his shackles, lifted the white tissue that had been stained bright red, and looked closely at his slender index finger, which was still slowly oozing blood.

When I looked at it again, I found that there were seven or eight red dots between his index finger and middle finger that were not easy to detect.

The scars are truly spectacular.

She, a person who often threads needles and threads, is sometimes accidentally stabbed, and this man in front of her, who is not ingenious, is really asking for his own hardship.

Knowing that he would inevitably be stabbed, he was still happy to give up.

Luo Yi's heart was touched by the slightest hint of emotion.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in two days."

Her worry made Mu Danchen shake his hand as if he didn't care, revealing a face full of indifference.

"I'll give you some plaster."

In any case, the injured hand should always be a lot of inconvenience, and it is better to apply some plaster to let it heal sooner.

Irrigation?

Isn't that just her holding his hand and rubbing the plaster little by little?

Ah! I can't imagine that I can get such benefits from being injured.

cheered a hundred times in his heart, and Mu Danchen almost couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Hmm... Then bother you. ”

It would be a fool to refuse such an intimate contact.

Mu Danchen thought happily.

Luo Yi retrieved the small medicine box from the drawer of the cupboard, and she took out a box of light green chubby cute glass bottles.

Forcefully unscrewing the metal cap, she dipped her fingertips in some seemingly transparent paste, pulled Mu Danchen's hand, and carefully applied a cool plaster to those red spots.

If he could have this kind of benefit every day, he would be willing to be poked and poked by the needle every day.

Staring at her beautiful little face with affection, Mu Danchen felt that even if he was drowned by the wave-like undercurrent tide of love at this moment, he was extremely willing.

His burning gaze seemed to iron out peach blossoms on his face, and Roy's heartbeat was uncontrollably affected by him, gradually becoming a little rapid and unsteady, and she couldn't help but sink her head further to hide the flaws in her eyes.

A few fingers with distinct joints, gently held by soft little hands, and the cool gel-like paste is smeared with scarred marks.

Unconsciously, the slender fingers tightened inward and minute by minute, until the slender fingertips that held him were held in his hands.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Luo Yi saw his affection, her eyes flashed, and she lightly opened her lips:

"Let it go."

Her voice was a little low, a little nervous, a little resistant, but there was a little anticipation...

The mood is chaotic, the five tastes are mixed, and the contradictions are not much to say.

Xu Yes, she was afraid of straw ropes for ten years, and she began to make waves again...

Be calm, be calm.

The expression on her face was silent, and she seemed to be unaffected, wiping her hands with a tissue, and then closing the lid on the glass bottle.

"There's still one over here."

Pitifully stretched out his other hand and put it in front of her, Mu Danchen was like a puppy wagging its tail, begging for the love and care of its master.

Looking into his eyes, she first made a chapter with him:

"Don't move."

They all knew what they were referring to.

"Oh."

Biting her lower lip aggrievedly, Mu Danchen became a bullied little daughter-in-law in a blink of an eye.

Eh, he's in a hurry.

Taking a deep breath secretly, he let himself slow down his pace, the days with her are still long, don't worry, if you scare her away, it will be worth the loss.

Hold steady.

"Alright."

Screwing the lid on, Roy put the ointment away.

Reaching out from the drawer and taking out the same fabric as her light yarn, he handed it over:

"Use this, here's the rest of the corner."