In the middle of the night, Song Xixi woke up from the wound on his knee, Tang Zhihuan was turning on the computer in front of the desk, with headphones in his ears and talking to people, his voice was deliberately low, in the quiet night, it was smooth and good.

Song Xixi carefully lifted the blanket on her body, because the sleeping posture was habitually bent, and the tearing sensation of the wound grinding when she slowly straightened it was really sour.

Tang Zhihuan turned his head and stared at her with his eyebrows, not knowing what she was going to do, there was an unanswered question on the phone, and he responded softly: "It's nothing, my roommate was woken up." ”

Half a minute later, Tang Zhihuan hung up the phone, walked over and turned on the light.

Song Xixi took a deep breath and held back the heat in her eyes, there were faint traces of blood on the white bandage that the doctor had tied for her before, and the wound must have cracked.

"Tang Zhihuan ......"

She looked at Tang Zhihuan pitifully, and grabbed the sheets with her little hands: "I hurt so much." ”

Tang Zhihuan pulled the corners of his mouth, brought the medicinal wine and bandages from the coffee table in front of the sofa, took the medicine for her, and untied it, sure enough, it was pus, sticky and sticky to the bandage, Tang Zhihuan pulled, Song Xixi didn't hold back and called out directly, and Tang Zhihuan jumped.

"Why don't you let others sleep?"

Song Xixi was so painful that she could only breathe, she was more afraid of pain since she was a child: "Tang Zhihuan, can't you be gentle!" ”

The blood on his feet had already run down his knees, and he had reached the bed a few centimeters apart.

Tang Zhihuan wiped it with gauze, and the corners of his mouth were involved: "Isn't it just a little broken, what's the fuss." ”

Song Xixi glared at him, suddenly hugged his neck, and bit down hard!

"Song Xixi, you're crazy!"

Tang Zhihuan pushed her away angrily, reached out and touched her neck, saliva mixed with bloodshot, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Song Xixi, do you have a problem with your brain?" ”

Song Xixi's mouth was fishy, he wiped his mouth, and met his angry eyes coquettishly: "What, isn't it just a little bit of skin, what's the fuss?" ”

The two are in such a stalemate, refusing to give in to each other.

In the end, Song Xixi was weak-hearted, slowly lowered his head, looked at his pus-fulcated knees, and carefully cleaned it up with a cotton swab.

The cotton swab hurt as soon as it touched the meat, and Song Xixi took a deep breath while slowly picking out the carrion.

Tang Zhihuan condensed for a long time, and finally lost the battle, snatched the front of Song Xixi's hand, put her feet on his own legs, and lowered his head to the light to deal with the carrion for her.

Song Xixi was inexplicably nervous in his heart, secretly staring at the wound on his neck, and now there was still a blood mark in the shape of a tooth, and whispered: "You, you light." ”

When the cotton swab touched his leg, Song Xixi instinctively ducked back, Tang Zhihuan raised his head and pushed the glasses that had been dropped, his voice was stiff and a little gentle: "Don't move." ”

"Oh......" Song Xixi tilted his head.

Although it hurts, it is also within the range of Song Xixi's endurance.

After dealing with the rotten meat, Tang Zhihuan took the disinfectant spray and sprayed it around the wound, Song Xixi took a deep breath, and even his back was cold.

Tang Zhihuan pressed her knee tightly: "Bear with it for a while." ”

I put on the anti-inflammatory medicine, and gently tied her with gauze, and then changed to the other leg.

"Who called you just now?"

Song Xixi wanted to divert his attention, so he had nothing to say to Tang Zhihuan.

"Lu Peijiu."

Song Xixi was stunned for a moment, and his tone was a little jealous: "What's the matter so late?" ”

Tang Zhihuan's movements in his hand did not stop, and he quickly dealt with the other side: "You don't understand what you said." ”