Soaking through gauze and dyeing it on clothes, it means that a lot of blood has come out.

How can it be so serious?

Gu Yingqing was still thinking about what this person wanted for a second, and the next second he took a step back in a panic.

"Why is it bleeding again? Didn't you just retake the medicine?" Gu Yingqing felt that he couldn't do it, "You'd better go to the hospital, right?"

Cheng Yuesheng looked at her with a "really good" look, and said indifferently: "What can be solved by re-bandaging, why bother?"

He didn't wait for her to answer, he explained downstairs, asked Aunt Liu to urge Cheng Zhiyan to take a bath, and then raised his feet and walked to his bedroom.

Gu Yingqing hesitated for a moment, and went in behind him with his slippers.

He followed: "Close the door and lock it, lest Cheng Zhiyan suddenly open the door and come in and be frightened by the wound."

When Gu Yingqing heard him say that he locked the door, he was stunned, and he was persuaded by his reason.

I also beat a drum in my heart, what is the extent of the injury?

Gu Yingqing closed the door, but did not lock the door as he said.

The room of the single man was clean and concise, but Gu Yingqing felt an inexplicably strong male hormonal atmosphere, and greeted her as an outsider with great impact.

The gray tone of the décor, coupled with the suite-style apartment, is more like a hotel than a bedroom, and the warm style of Cheng Zhiyan's bedroom is completely different.

Gu Yingqing controlled the curvature of his gaze, looked at the room, and quickly retracted his gaze when he touched the foot of the bed in the depths of the bedroom.

Gu Yingqing hadn't entered the man's bedroom much.

Zhao Jin is the only one.

But at that time, Zhao Jin was not a "man", he was in his twenties, and he was a teenager at most.

She remembered that Zhao Jin's bedroom wall the same size as her at that time was plastered with a sexy poster of Monica Bellucci.

Later, when I went to high school, Jin Yuyin read literature below the neck, and brought up this matter again, saying that Zhao Jin must have been facing the poster XXX of a beautiful woman late at night.

After that, Gu Yingqing once worshipped Monica Bellucci as a goddess, and even bought the same little black dress she wore in the movie, but she didn't wear it once.

Cheng Yuesheng had already sat down on a high-backed chair in the living room, and there was a medicine box on the coffee table in front of him, which should have been used by the doctor when he gave him the infusion and medicine just now.

He was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, and Gu Yingqing didn't know where to put his eyes.

I thought it was unnecessary again, I had seen it more than once, and I couldn't avoid it when I had to deal with the wound later, so I just stared at it with a loud bang.

His gaze followed the trail of his fingers.

Cheng Yuesheng took off his shirt, revealing his sturdy upper body, and looked at her: "Come here."

Gu Yingqing walked over, his slippers stepped on the carpet without sound.q.

"What am I going to do?" She was a little confused, her hand half-raised, looked at his arm, and then at the medicine box, and wanted to try, but she couldn't do it.

Cheng Yuesheng instructed step by step: "Remove the gauze first, then wipe off the bleeding with a hemostatic cotton ball, and then bandage it with new gauze."

As he spoke, he had already begun to dismantle the gauze himself.

Gu Yingqing saw that he was not doing well with his left hand, and said, "I'll come."

She took out a medical mask from the medicine box and put it on, walked to his right side, bent down slightly, leaned over to untie the gauze, round and round, Gu Yingqing looked at the blood stains on the gauze that were getting bigger and bigger, and her breathing slowed down.

Until the horrific wound finally appeared in front of her, she almost forgot to breathe, and her face turned pale.

She was close enough to see the needle and thread penetrating the flesh, the wound abrupt and hideous, winding from the middle of the arm to the depths of the side arm. The wound was slightly red and swollen, and it looked like a good muscle split in two, with a deep chasm in the middle.

The picture was too impactful, and Gu Yingqing's brain was numb.

With more than a dozen stitches and deep musculatures, it's no wonder to hang water.

Maybe it was his casual appearance yesterday that gave her the illusion that this injury was not painful.

Thinking about the three questions he asked her last night, it wasn't to scare her.

This knife is if

If it is really cut in her hands, there is indeed a possibility of abolishing it.

Cheng Yuesheng watched her eyelashes tremble, so scared that he forgot to move, and reminded in a low voice, "Cotton ball."

Gu Ying came to his senses, blinked his dry eyes, and held the hemostatic cotton ball with tweezers, little by little, gently wiping the blood around the wound, but as soon as he dried it, a drop of blood slowly oozed out of one place.

"Press it with a cotton ball for a while." Cheng Yuesheng didn't panic, but the pain made him wrinkle his eyebrows.

Gu Yingqing changed into a new cotton ball and pressed it on the bleeding area.

She bent over uncomfortably, so she simply half-squatted down.

Cheng Yuesheng leaned back in the chair, his legs were naturally open, the wound was cold and tingling, and Gu Yingqing's few strands of hair swept on his forearm, adding to the torture.

The room was silent, the man closed his eyes and recuperated, and the woman half-crouched beside her, glancing at the wound from time to time.

Gu Yingqing felt that the time was really long, and his attention gradually shifted from his wound to other places.

Her hand hung down unintentionally, tired, and rested her elbow on his forearm.

She immediately pulled it away when she realized it, and her eyes were looking at the TV wall, but her instincts told her that there were eyes above her head.

A few minutes later, Gu Yingqing took out the cotton ball and stared at the wound for a while, but no blood came out before re-wrapping his arm with a bandage.

After doing all this, she just took off her mask, and Cheng Yuesheng said, "Help me pick up a shirt again."

Gu Yingqing felt that it was inappropriate to refuse, and when he caught a glimpse of the bloody gauze that had just been removed from the trash can, a thought suddenly came to his mind: just this once.

She got up and went to the cloakroom across from the living room, close to his bedroom.

The man's cloakroom was decorated like a shopping mall display case, with shirts, coats and trousers, items of different styles and colors were sorted, and a separate glass cabinet in the middle was dedicated to watches and ties.

Gu Yingqing still took a white shirt, although it was easy to be stained with blood, but at least it could be found at the first time.

Gu Yingqing handed it to him, but Cheng Yuesheng didn't answer, stood up, turned around, and turned his back to her.

"One more favor."

He has a large skeleton, a naturally wide back, and good training, with strong and smooth muscle lines.

Gu Yingqing uncontrollably remembered the force that this person exerted on herself, and the feeling of contraction and swelling in her palms when her back muscles were exerted.

After a long pause, he asked, "What's wrong?"

The voice is low and deep.

It's not the same as when you're angry.

Gu Yingqing persuaded himself not to think too much, as he said, after tasting the taste of meat, he would recall the deliciousness.

Besides, she is a normal woman, and it is normal to have physical desires.

She quickly put the right sleeve on him, and then took the left placket and let him put his left hand through the left sleeve.

When he was dressed, and she was about to let go, the man grabbed her wrist and carried her from behind him.

Before she could stand firmly, Cheng Yuesheng had already changed the position of his hand, let go of her hand, and instead held her waist, and then took her to himself, so that she was close to him.

Gu Yingqing reacted, looked up at him with an angry red face, and glared at him: "You can really pretend!"