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Chapter 396: Patrick, the Straight Man of Steel (3)

In an instant, she vigorously lifted off her mask three times and divided five by two, and it was annoying to look at it, and most of the small face under the mask was covered by dried blood stains, and she still subconsciously covered her face with her hands several times.

She suddenly panicked, she didn't expect Patrick to be so energetic under the serious injury, she grabbed the sheets under her, and couldn't help but retreat, "The adult is still seriously injured, I am very dirty, can you ......"

The head between her fingers leaned closer, and then she raised her hand to the side with the hand covering her face. She was horrified that Patrick was going to do something here.

"Shut up!" He yelled, his men moving harder, "Break your leg with one more move." ”

She pondered whether she should elbow down on the wound on his right chest and run out while he couldn't stand the pain, but she couldn't.

But in fact, she thought too much, Patrick just ripped the three buttons of her blouse and pulled the collar of her shirt behind her back, roughly ripped her collar to expose her injured shoulder, rudely took the medicine and poured it on the wound on her shoulder.

It still hurts when the medicinal wine penetrates the wound and seeps into the flesh, she gritted her teeth and hissed in her mouth, without struggling, and reminded in a low voice, "It's just a small injury, it will be fine soon, don't waste ......"

The small wound in her mouth was a hole in her shoulder blade, and the blood was still not completely dry.

Patrick casually pulled a ball of gauze paste and pressed the ointment on her wound, and she frowned in pain, there was no gentleness in her hands, most of the good wound medicine was wasted by him, and most of it overflowed outside the gauze, and the sticky touch was all over her body, and even some of the sheets were rubbed on it, and Moro was distressed about the wasted ointment, when he heard her low voice coming, "Shut up, and break your legs by talking again." ”

She had to shut up, but it wasn't that she was afraid of breaking her leg, she kept obeying Patrick not because she couldn't beat him, but because she didn't seem to know how to control him, Patrick was moody, except for exchanging his body.

But what Morrow didn't know was that she had already invisibly controlled Patrick very well.

"Were you born with a birthmark?" Patrick asked, staring suddenly at the black-and-red birthmark on the back of her neck.

She subconsciously covered her birthmark, and quickly remembered something and let go of her hand.

She didn't know why Rypatrick would suddenly ask such a question, and she had nothing to hide, "Yes, I've heard that every heir of Ales will have it. ”

"You mean Eliad has it too?" He asked as he looked at the birthmark again, and even reached out to touch it, which was a little hot compared to her body temperature.

Although it was slightly polluted by blood, it still couldn't hide the swaying and stretching posture, like a second before the blooming flower, the petals were about to stretch but not fully stretched, the wanton curling petals, and even a little trembling at the tail as if it were vivid and expressive.

The most brilliant tattoo artist can't do such a wonderful portrayal, this is actually a birthmark, or maybe it is born to create such a vivid portrayal.

"There should be, but I haven't seen an adult's birthmark." She thought about it, and there really wasn't much chance of getting close to Eliade's body to see the birthmark.