"Go away!" Quan Mo indifferently shook off her hand, tore off a pack of disinfectant tissues from the medicine box, and wiped it on his hand.

Only then did she realize that the wounds on his hands were all tiny, as if they had been scratched countless times.

"How did you get hurt?" An Ge frowned, and also picked up a towel and leaned over to wipe his wound, but was thrown away by Quan Mo again, and An Ge leaned over again and was thrown away again.

An Ge persistently leaned over, but was frequently thrown away by Quan Mo.

An Ge moved over again, and his ankles, which were swollen like steamed buns, came into Quan Mo's sight.

Quan Mo's pupils deepened, and he indifferently raised his hand to shake people, and put his hand halfway up and put it down again.

An Ge immediately climbed down the pole and went to his side to carefully wipe the wound on his palm, muttering as he wiped it, "This kind of injury should be bandaged in the hospital." ”

There will be no scars, such a beautiful hand will be ugly.

“……”

Quan Mo was silent, looking down at the head that came to his chest, and her long black hair was sprayed with hairstyle water, covering up the original faint fragrance on her body.

She buried her head in her work seriously, and the disinfectant tissue touched the wound, pulling pain, and Quan Mo frowned.

"Does it hurt?" An Ge looked up and asked.

"......" Quan Mo's frowning brows immediately loosened, and he turned to the side with a cold face.

This man is so annoying.

An Ge lowered his head and gently blew on the wound to relieve his pain, Quan Mo lowered his eyes to look at her, his palm seemed to have been gently scraped by a feather, the pain was temporarily paralyzed, but it itched to his chest.

Kwon Mo's throat tightened, shook her off coldly, took out gauze and bandaged himself himself.

Afraid that he would not be able to get it, An Ge went over and wanted to help, but was pushed away by Quan Mo, he bandaged it with one hand alone, and would rather bite with his teeth than her help.

"Quan Mo, do you know what your name is? You call this cold violence! Seeing this, An Ge sat cross-legged and began to chatter, "If you don't answer nine out of ten questions, forget it, and refuse to be helped by others, are you very angry with me now?" ”

“……”

Quan Mo had a handsome face, bandaged the wound, and ignored her.

"Then I can still be mad at you." An Ge said, "Didn't you tell me that you and Xi Nanxing are cousins, what do you mean by concealing it and not reporting it?" ”

"Huh." Quan Mo sneered, his face became more and more handsome, he turned his eyes to look at her with disdain, and still didn't speak, but his eyes were obviously "I need to report to you?" What kind of thing are you? ”

"Don't talk with your eyes, I don't understand." An Ge blocked it directly.

"......" Quan Mo ignored her and continued to bandage.

Seeing that he wanted to fight to the end today, An Ge continued to think fearlessly, vowing to educate him, "There is a kind of you don't want to be cold and violent, there is a kind of direct violence ...... you"

Hearing this, Quan Mo stiffened as he did the last step of bandaging.

In the next second, An Ge was pushed down on the sofa.

Quan Mo grabbed her hands and pressed them to the sides of her head, stared at her coldly with low eyes, and lifted her sexy thin lips slightly, "You like violence, don't you?" ”

Then he will be violent with her.

An Ge raised her eyes to meet Quan Mo's gaze, where there was a clear indifference and gloom, which made her feel a burst of fear in her heart for no reason, and she wanted to escape but was tightly grasped by him.

She was like meat on a knife, let him cut it into whatever shape.

"......" An Ge was dumbfounded, "You don't play, I, I'll talk about it casually." ”

It's over, he can actually have two genes in his body: cold violence and violence...... Self-inflicted.