"Jiaojiao, your wound is watery and needs to be remedicated."

Hearing this, Qian Jiao glanced at the already soaked clothes on her body, and then at the warm water in front of Nan Fan that was still emitting white smoke, pursed her lips, and raised her hand to slowly unbutton her shirt.

Nan Fan was slightly relieved to see that she didn't squirm this time, and it was not good to continue to stand in front of her and watch her undress, so he turned around directly to get the wound medicine and gauze brought down from the big boat.

Qian Jiao soaked in the space for two days in the medicinal bath, but in fact, the wound had begun to scab over and showed signs of healing.

But the position on the shoulder is special, and when she raises her arm, she will pull the wound.

So when she unbuttoned the second button, the pain in Qian Jiao's shoulder made her a little uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but stop and prepare to rest.

When Nan Fan came back with the bandaging supplies, he saw Qian Jiao, who looked a little bad, and then saw her two open buttons, and immediately knew that she might have pulled the wound when she unbuttoned it.

He looked at her with some pity, his thin lips pursed.

Putting the things in his hand aside, he started to unbutton her clothes directly.

Qian Jiao was taken aback by his actions, but then she thought that she did have some difficulty undressing, so she did not resist.

Nan Fan quickly unbuttoned all the buttons of her shirt, and then directly withdrew the clothes from her.

"You can't wear wet clothes, you have injuries on your body, and it's not good if you have a fever caused by a cold."

Nan Fan put Qian Jiao's withdrawn shirt aside.

Carefully tore off the soaked gauze on Qian Jiao's shoulder, cleaned her wound with warm water, and prepared to take medicine with her.

Qian Jiao was a little uncomfortable, glanced at Nan Fan, who was seriously cleaning the wound, and her little face was slightly red.

She pursed her lips, the relationship between the two at the moment was subtle and embarrassing to her, but looking at Nan Fan's appearance, he didn't seem to be at all uncomfortable.

This inevitably made Qian Jiao think of the strong kiss when Nan Fan drugged her two days ago.

If he really has no feelings for himself anymore, what does his domineering kiss with the smell of punishment mean?

Qian Jiao was thinking in a mess in her heart, Nan Fan had already cleaned the wound on her shoulder, and was looking at Qian Jiao's pants a little helplessly, a little hesitant.

Already taking off her top, it seems a little ...... to pull off her pants again

Will she lose her temper again in anger?

But thinking of the wound on Qian Jiao's leg again, the hesitation in Nan Fan's heart instantly became firm again.

Qian Jiao, who was full of confusion, only felt that her slender waist was tight, and the whole person rose into the air, and then she felt a cold lower body, and her round apricot eyes were instantly full of panic.

Nan Fan, Nan Fan didn't make a sound again, and pulled out her pants......

Qian Jiao's slightly pale pretty face instantly flushed into the sky, and a feeling of shame and annoyance instantly crawled all over her heart.

"Nanfan...... You ......" Qian Jiao was embarrassed and glared angrily.

Let's talk about it first, so that she can be mentally prepared, right?

Nan Fan's hand that ripped off his pants paused, and then he moved quickly again to clean the wound.

"It's just a bandage, and if you mind, I can marry you."

Nan Fan's low and steady voice sounded in the stone cave, Qian Jiao couldn't hear the emotion in his words, but her heart seemed to have been hit by something, and she only felt an indescribable emotion surging into her heart.

'I can marry you'......

He said it so reluctantly, Qian Jiao felt panicked when she heard it.

Since when did the two of them become like this?

At that time, didn't he say that he would marry her when she grew up?

Now, he wants to fulfill this promise, but because he bandages her and looks at her body?

The injury in Qian Jiao's eyes made her whole person stubborn.

"I have clothes in my backpack."

Nan Fan's hand paused, and then Junlang's face turned red.

He seemed to have forgotten that Qian Jiao also brought a backpack with him.

touched his nose, pretended to be calm and put down the things in his hand, and got up to get Qian Jiao's backpack.

It's a bit of a deserted escape.

Qian Jiao's little face, which was still angry, suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw Nan Fan's somewhat embarrassed appearance.

But the sourness in her heart still made her unable to laugh.

Nan Fan took Qian Jiao's backpack, Qian Jiao took a shirt from it, and when she was taking the pants, her little hand paused, and then took out a knee-length long skirt.

It is more convenient to wear a skirt to change dressings than pants.

Some more pill bottles were turned out.

She didn't come back to her senses just now, how could the medicine Nan Fan take on the boat be as good as hers.

Nan Fan also saw the medicine that Qian Jiao took out of the backpack, and then remembered her good medicine, not only was he a little annoyed, Qian Jiao had always had the habit of carrying the medicine with him, why did he forget it just now because he was in a hurry to change the medicine for her.

picked up the shirt and put it on for Qian Jiao, and the big hands naturally buttoned it for her.

When his eyes inadvertently swept over the white skin on her chest, his eyes suddenly paused, and his deep eyes were suddenly stained with a touch of doubt, why was the tattoo on her chest missing?

The movements in his hands also stopped directly.

Qian Jiao noticed his abnormality, followed his gaze, and fell on the white skin on her chest, and her fair little face was instantly dyed with a touch of red.

Qian Jiao gritted her teeth, where did he look at it? Raising his hand, he opened Nanfan's big hand.

Nan Fan's hand was opened, and he immediately woke up, and understood that he seemed to have gone too far, so he retreated a little unnaturally, and turned his head to clean the wound on Qian Jiao's thigh.

Qian Jiao buttoned her shirt with some difficulty, Nan Fan had already treated the wound on her thigh, and was carrying her skirt to put it on for her.

After everything was cleaned up, Qian Jiao took out a towel from her backpack and wanted to wipe her hair.

Nan Fan took it directly, stood behind her, and gently wiped it for her.

Qian Jiao lowered her eyes, neither of them spoke, only the crackling sound of firewood burning in the fire in the stone cave, and the sound of the rainstorm outside the stone cave hitting the stones.

After Nan Fan packed up Qian Jiao, he carried her to the quilt and lay down, and began to pack up the things he brought from the big ship again.

I don't know how long it took, Qian Jiao fell asleep in a daze again.

When he woke up again, Nanfan was sitting by the fire, reaching out to stir the contents of the hanging pot.

The smell of fresh fragrance is in the air.

Under the orange firelight, the man's handsome side face was as perfect as a knife and an axe, Qian Jiao's eyes were a little astringent, and she quickly blinked, so that she didn't want to think about anything.

Nan Fan seemed to feel something, the hand that stirred the hanging pot paused, and turned around to meet Qian Jiao's somewhat dim eyes.

His deep eyes were stunned for a moment, and then they were dyed with a touch of softness, "Are you hungry?" Get up and get something to eat. ”

As he spoke, he got up and walked towards Qian Jiao, grabbed it with his big hand, gently carried Qian Jiao horizontally and walked back to the fire, and carefully sat down on the stone.