Seeing that I was stunned, Mo Lengchen raised his hand and shook it in front of me, leaning over to me.

Even though I am a fiction writer, well-read and well-informed, I instinctively feel a hint of fear at a man covered in blood who rushes at me.

So I fell backwards and nestled in the corner of the couch.

Mo Lengchen stretched out his long arms and propped his hands on the top of the sofa to trap me in the sofa.

I shuddered: "What are you doing...... Why? ”

Mo Lengchen stuffed a roll of bandage in his hand into my hand expressionlessly, wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "Help me, my hand is injured, and I can't reach it later." ”

I looked at him with a strange expression.

Is it necessary to use this posture when you wrap a bandage?

Could it be that because he is the second male lead, he must use this unique way to show his unique and unruly temperament?

But Mo Lengchen is domineering, authoritarian, and arrogant.

He asked me to help him with a bandage, and I had absolutely no right to say no, otherwise he would kill me with his cold eyes.

I didn't want to die, so I chose to bandage him obediently.

Although I have written countless times in my life that female characters have bandaged the wounds of male characters, I have never done it once in reality.

But I'm a very spiritual person, haven't I ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run?

Isn't it just entanglement? That's it!

With my superior understanding and extraordinary sensitivity, I drilled left and right in Mo Lengchen's arms, up and down his hands, and shuttled vertically and horizontally.

It only took ten minutes for a perfect piece to be presented to me.

I looked at Mo Lengchen who was wrapped in a cicada chrysalis in front of me with a big bow on his abdomen, and said happily: "Okay! ”

Mo Lengchen looked at me deeply, and the palm of the hand at my side was heavily propped up on the top of my head.

The dark eyes were surging with emotions that I couldn't understand, and there were faint green tendons in the corners of my forehead beating suddenly.

I was sitting on my knees and slipped down in fright, looking up in a panic at the man in front of me who was as handsome as an angel but as evil as a devil.

"You...... Why are you looking at me like that? ”

Mo Lengchen looked at me with a gloomy face: "Woman, are you playing tricks?" ”

I immediately denied: "I'm not! I didn't! ”

He looked down, his eyes falling on his miserable bandage and playful bow: "Then what's going on?" ”

I immediately took the opportunity to crawl out of his confinement area and hid on the other end of the couch with a sense of trepidation.

The beauty of my body is unquestionable, and from his condescending point of view, my eyes are as clear as water, and there is a little charm in his innocence.

I can't let the second male fall in love with me, this is the beginning of my tragedy, so I have to adjust the angle of our conversation.

"My profession is washing dishes, and you can't expect my bandaging skills to be as good as the nurses in the hospital."

"I've done my best, and if you're still not satisfied, find someone else to bandage you!"

Mo Lengchen noticed my move, and there was a smile on his face.

In the original setting of this person's character, he just couldn't make a good expression.

Sneering, sneering, sneering, smiling but not smiling, smiling and not smiling.

Anyway, it can't be funny.

The tone of speech is always sarcastic.

"Do you think I'll still need you if I could find someone else now?"

A flattering smile instantly appeared on my face: "Hehehehe......"

In Mo Lengchen's dictionary, there are two kinds of people, useful and useless.

Useful people naturally have the qualifications to live, and for useless people, the end is one word: death!

When I wrote this, I thought I was cool, but now I just want to shoot myself in the rocks.

What a cheat!

I straightened up and crawled towards Mo Lengchen's side: "Actually, I am a very spiritual person, as long as you give me a little guidance, I believe I can do better." ”

Mo Lengchen's eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at me a little coldly: "Didn't you do your best?" ”

Me: "I think the potential of people is limitless, and I think I can still cultivate it." ”

Mo Lengchen nodded noncommittally, knelt on the sofa with open knees, glanced at the bandages on his body, and motioned for me to do it.

I gritted my teeth and trembled my fingers towards the bow on his chest.