Qian Jiao propped herself up and sat up, nodded, took a light breath, and stood up from the ground.

Nan Fan looked at her stumbling body distressedly, and encouraged softly, "Hold on, follow me to the cabin room to bandage the wound." ”

Nan Fan asked Qian Jiao to walk in front, he held Yin Tingxuan and walked behind, and the three of them quickly arrived at the room where Yin Tingxuan was resting, and asked people to send medicine, gauze and clean water.

Retreating to the room and closing the door, Nan Fan directly knocked Yin Tingxuan unconscious, tore off the sheets, and tied him up.

Qian Jiao walked from the deck to the room, as if she had exhausted all her strength, after all, the gunshot wound on her body was real.

When she arrived at the room, the moment she heard the door closed, she collapsed weakly.

Nan Fan quickly dropped Yin Tingxuan, who was tied into zongzi, and strode towards Qian Jiao, with strong and slender arms, and grabbed her slender waist at once.

His distressed and worried deep eyes broke into Qian Jiao's eyes, making her eyes shine slightly, and she was in a trance for a moment.

"Don't move, I'll bandage you first."

Qian Jiao only felt that her body was light, and the whole person was hugged by Nan Fan and put on the big bed in the room.

A suspicious flush suddenly appeared on Qian Jiao's pale face, and she quickly lowered her head and did not speak.

Nan Fan threw himself on Qian Jiao's wound and didn't find anything wrong with her.

The glare swept to the gunshot wound on her left leg, up on the knee, in the middle of the thigh.

He only paused slightly, and was about to reach out to untie Qian Jiao's pants.

Although Qian Jiao knew that Nan Fan was going to bandage her, his actions still startled her, and she instinctively wanted to retreat.

It's just that this retreat also affected the wounds on her body, which suddenly made her hissed in pain, and her brows couldn't help frowning.

Nan Fan's heart trembled, but at the same time, he also felt an inexplicable block.

Lowered his eyes, hiding the anger and gloom in his eyes.

It's all this time, are you still avoiding him like this?

He also clenched his bloodstained big palm, and his eyes swept the blood on his big hand.

The emotions in his eyes subsided, and his palms immediately loosened, and he turned around to wash his hands for a while, before taking out some clean water from the bucket and putting it in the basin, and bringing the basin to Qian Jiao's bedside.

He tore off a long strip of cloth from the sheet again, turned around and walked to Yin Tingxuan's side.

Pulled him up from the ground with force, wrapping strips of cloth around his eyes.

Layer after layer, until he was sure that he couldn't see anything even when he woke up, he tied the cloth head in a knot at the back of his head.

After a pause, he asked in a calm tone, "Can you bandage it yourself?" ”

Qian Jiao was stunned for a moment when she heard this, her mind was a little confused, and she didn't react for a long time.

But it was obvious that she was now sore and weak.

Nan Fan waited for a while, and when he saw that Qian Jiao didn't move, but looked a little dazed, he frowned slightly, and walked to the side of the bed again.

Disassemble the explosives from your waist and set them aside.

stretched out his big hand, regardless of Qian Jiao's widening eyes, he directly supported her slender waist with one hand, gently lifted her up, and the other hand had quickly pulled down Qian Jiao's pants.

Qian Jiao was taken aback by his sudden move, and her small face, which was already pale, was even more frightened without any color, but immediately, the tips of her small ears and neck were quickly dyed with a suspicious flush.

When she came back to her senses, her little hand hurriedly grabbed the trousers that had retreated to the base of her thighs, and after quickly glancing at Nanfan in a panic and shyness, she quickly lowered her head.

The violent rise and fall of her chest made Nan Fan clearly feel her bulging heartbeat.

Nan Fan's movements in his hand paused, and his heart was beating like a drum.

The two of them were at a stalemate for a while.

The calmness in Nan Fan's eyes was stained with a touch of injury, he didn't move, just holding Qian Jiao's thin waist with one hand and pulling her to the bottom of her thighs with the other.

The voice suppressed the bitterness of gritting teeth, and said in a low and helpless voice: "You care about him so much? Do you care so much that you don't care about your leg injury, even if you may become disabled, you don't want me to bandage you? ”

In Qian Jiao's lowered eyes, a trace of doubt flashed, but before she had time to think, Nanfan's low and hoarse voice rang in her ears again, and it was still scorching hot.

"It's just a bandage."

They've been so close before.

Nan Fan closed his eyes, hid the endless emotions in his heart, and without saying more, he used his big hand to pull Qian Jiao's pants directly to the crook of his leg.

Qian Jiao only felt that her thighs were cold, and a pair of slender thighs that were so white that they were white were exposed.

If she tried to cover it again, it was too late.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly with embarrassment and shyness.

Nan Fan quickly took out the bullet from her thigh, cleaned the wound, and bandaged it.

When the wound on her leg was healed, Qian Jiao immediately reached out and wanted to pull up the pants that had been retreated to the crook of her leg by Nanfan.

But before her hand reached the waistband of her pants, her little hand was grabbed by Nanfan's big palm, and the dry and warm touch, as if it was an electric current, rushed straight to Qian Jiao's brain, making her heart beat wildly.

Nervous and embarrassed, she quickly withdrew her hand, and her head hung lower.

Nan Fan looked up and saw the blush on the tips of her ears, and a glimmer of light flashed in her calm and deep eyes.

But it was only for a moment, and then it became his usual calmness.

The only difference was that the cold and cold smell that he was born with didn't appear.

He reached out and pulled Qian Jiao's trousers down directly, pulled the curtain on the side and covered her body.

Qian Jiao hurriedly reached out and grabbed the curtain, and in a panic, she accidentally touched the wound on her leg, and she hissed in pain.

Seeing this, Nan Fan's brows frowned slightly, but the movements in his hands only paused, and he immediately stepped forward again and reached out to unbutton Qian Jiao's shirt.

Qian Jiao was taken aback by his actions again, and the little hand that grabbed the curtain immediately let go, and quickly grabbed Nan Fan's big hand to unbutton her shirt.

A small face was even more frightened, and her long black curly eyelashes were even more nervous, which made her whole person look more and more slender and weak, and she was pitiful.

Nan Fan's hand to unbutton paused, trying to suppress the gloom in his eyes, regardless of Qian Jiao's obstruction, and continued to move in his hand.

Qian Jiao felt his persistence, and instinctively wanted to push his hand away, and instantly became dissatisfied with Nanfan's behavior of not caring for her wishes.

Her refusal made Nan Fan see her resistance to herself, and a hurt emotion quickly swept over, making Nan Fan's heart uncomfortable.

The movements in his hands were also violently forced, and soon the first button of Qian Jiao's shirt was unbuttoned.

With the successful unraveling of the first one, the second and third ones are extremely smooth, like a bamboo, out of control, even if there is Qian Jiao's blocking, they are all directly untied without resistance.

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