Zhou Qingyu couldn't resist his little wife, in the end, she pressed him on the sofa to look at the wound, the gunshot wound could not be sutured, and after Zhou Qingyu was injured, he did not rest according to the doctor's requirements, so now the wound is still oozing blood.

Su Keke frowned, "You wait," she got up and brought the medicine box at home, and used a sterile cotton ball to help Zhou Qingyu clean the wound.

The two of them were so close that they could feel each other's breathing, Zhou Qingyu suddenly reached out and gently wiped away a teardrop on Su Keke's face, "Coco," his voice was hoarse, "I'll be sad if you do this!" ”

Su Keke rubbed his face with the back of his hand, "What's the point of being sad?" And most importantly, doesn't it hurt when you're injured? She rebandaged him, "Besides, your wound is not far from the heart, you are not afraid, I am still afraid!" ”

Zhou Qingyu took out a handkerchief, helped Su Keke gently wipe the tears on her face, and comforted her softly, "You, don't be sad about such a trivial matter, it really doesn't hurt!" “

"How is that possible?" Su Keke was still a little sobbed, Zhou Qingyu actually told such a clumsy lie in order to reassure her.

"Hehe," looking at Su Keke's pear blossom with rain, and crying for himself, Zhou Qingyu's heart was about to be crisp, "Really, this kind of pain is nothing compared to not seeing you!" “

Zhou Qingyu's hand was wrapped around the back of Su Keke's head, and he pressed her towards him with a slight force, "Coco," his kiss landed on Su Keke's long eyelashes, then on her face, and finally on her rosy and full lips.

Su Keke turned his face slightly, "Qingyu, it's still early!" She should take him to the restaurant for dinner, "Are you hungry?" “

"Hungry," Zhou Qingyu replied immediately, while grabbing her little hand and putting it on herself, "Look, I can't wait!" “

For Zhou Qingyu's words, Su Keke was always difficult to resist, she tried to withdraw her hand, but she couldn't resist Zhou Qingyu's strength, and was still firmly held by him.

"Qingyu, you still have injuries on your body," Su Keke still tried to persuade Zhou Qingyu, "Now that you move violently, the wound will still bleed!" “

"That's right," to Su Keke's surprise, Zhou Qingyu nodded approvingly, "Coco, are you good on it?" He didn't feel it was a shy remark in the slightest, and said it sincerely and passionately.

"What?" Su Keke finally broke free from Zhou Qingyu's big hand, but he still couldn't leave his embrace, so he could only cover his little face with his little hand.

"Okay?" Zhou Qingyu was kind and persuasive, "You're not afraid that my wound will be torn open?" “

Su Keke let go of his hand and glanced at the gauze worriedly, as if he saw bright red blood oozing from the wound again. She was a little hesitant, rather than letting Zhou Qingyu toss desperately, it was better to take the initiative herself.

"Okay then," Su Keke has always been shy, she rarely agrees to these novel postures, but now that Zhou Qingyu is injured, what else can she do?

Hearing Su Keke's request to him, Zhou Qingyu was very happy, he had long wanted to make love to her like this, but unfortunately Su Keke was too shy and never tried it, it seems that he will get what he wants tonight.

At the end of the day, it's still about being thankful for the injury! After Zhou Qingyu came to such a conclusion, he had no time to think nonsense, because Su Keke took the initiative to take off his clothes and was clumsily helping him untie his belt.