A sweet warm current quickly flowed from his wrist to his limbs, Yan Yichen was slightly stunned, his heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat, and he was instantly disrupted, and began to beat violently in a disorderly manner.

Meng Yi'er had already stood up and was about to go to get the medicine box, but without waiting for his reply, she looked over suspiciously.

"Yan Yichen, where is the medicine box?"

Yan Yichen came back to his senses and smiled lightly, his cold voice was full of pleasure.

"In the first cabinet on the right-hand side."

Meng Yier quickly brought the medicine box, took out cotton swabs, iodophor and band-aids from inside, and put them on the coffee table.

"Hand out."

She knelt at his feet again, commanding.

Holding a cotton swab dipped in iodine, the other hand pulled his injured wrist and gently applied it to the wound.

So gentle.

So be careful.

Yan Yichen raised his eyebrows, a cool feeling, a slight tingling.

It's not as strong as the touch in my heart.

His heart seemed to be pounded hard and he was in turmoil.

"Does it hurt?"

Meng Yi'er lowered her head and carefully applied it to the wound, and then applied it again when it was almost dry, and her eyes were full of distress that she was not aware of.

"It doesn't hurt ......"

Yan Yichen's beautiful voice spread above his head.

"There is already a slight inflammation, so you need to apply it several times to disinfect it well."

"Hmm."

Meng Yier changed a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine and continued to apply it carefully to the wound.

Yan Yichen looked at her extremely well-behaved appearance at the moment, and she was about to take off in a good mood, and the corners of her lips and eyebrows were dyed with a smile.

When her eyes fell, a green silk spread out on her thin shoulders like a cloud, her palm-sized little face was white and delicate, and between her delicate eyebrows, there was a bit of gentle and clear air.

She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembling like eyelashes were all under her eyes, without powder, and her lips were slightly open, but they were like begonias, too peaceful and quiet.

After that, his gaze did not deceive the fall.

She was wearing the white dress he bought, the neckline was not very large, but perhaps because it was a V-neckline, she was leaning forward at the moment, revealing a large area of white skin in front of her, the roundness and fullness of her chest were almost half in full view with her movements, and the delicate collarbone also floated up and down with her breathing.

Yan Yichen's breathing tightened, and a dark touch slipped through his dark eyes.

He looked away in a slightly panicked manner.

Damn it!

In the face of her, his self-control is always so fragile.

Yan Yichen secretly decided that when he bought her clothes in the future, he must be cautious and cautious. This kind of scenery belongs to him alone.

Other men, don't even think about it.

After a moment of adjustment, his gaze fell on her face again, and his eyes changed to his usual indifference.

However, deep down, there are still ups and downs.

"Okay......"

After the wound was cleaned, Meng Yier picked up a band-aid and carefully pasted it on the wound for him.

"Thank you today, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be hurt......"

"You don't blame you for that."

Yan Yichen's lazy voice carried a hint of sexiness and hoarseness.

Meng Yi'er stood up and packed up the medicine box, "Anyway, thank you for today." ”

She closed the medicine box and turned abruptly, looking him seriously into the eyes.

"By the way, don't get any more water until your wound scabs over, you know?"

Yan Yichen smiled and nodded.

"Also, don't eat spicy food, spicy food will irritate the wound, and it will get better slowly. If you want to take a bath, put up with it for two days and wash it after the scab has formed. Today, if the wound hadn't been wet, it wouldn't have become inflamed. You have to remember ...... yourself."

Yan Yichen's dark eyes looked at her, and his gaze fell on her babbling little mouth.