Chapter Forty-Seven: Old Wounds Are Hideous

The cold cold water stimulated his body like a furnace again and again, and Ye Chen slowly opened his heavy eyes.

The warm-colored room came into view, he frowned, feeling that he was being placed on his shoulder, the clothes on his upper body were all faded, and the towel soaked in cold water wiped his back one by one, and suddenly paused, this time, for a long time.

Liu Dan didn't notice that Ye Chen had woken up, the hand holding the towel trembled slightly, and his fingertips were slightly cold, touching the ugly scar under his left shoulder blade.

When was this injury? Why didn't she know?

"Ye Chen......" muttered softly, his heart full of bitterness.

Ye Chen exhaled hot gas from his nose and sprayed it on the side of her neck, a whisper as thin as a mosquito came into his ears, and the trembling of the back scar being touched was also received by his senses, but he didn't say a word, and closed his eyes silently and silently.

Like an ant's biting body, it hurts nonstop, but he is completely relaxed, relying on her.

Perhaps the illness would make people forget to be strong, or disguised, his silence was simply because he did not have the strength to push her away, and he did not have the strength to refuse her belated distress.

"Knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door, and Ye Ling's voice came low through the door panel: "Liu Dan, Zhou Yi is here." ”

Liu Dan woke up like a dream, flattened Yuchen's body, changed into a clean pajama for him, and when he got up, he adjusted his appearance before opening the door.

Zhou Yi looked sleepy-eyed, yawned, and floated all the way into the room.

Looking at the wound on Ye Chen's hand, it was red, swollen and inflamed, and when he saw it, he knew that his wound had been soaked in cold water, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said, "I heard Uncle Yao just now that his hand was injured last night, how could you not know if you slept in the same bed with him?" ”

Liu Dan was speechless, and his expression was gloomy.

"One wants to die, the other doesn't want to care, go back, Lao Tzu continues to sleep." Zhou Yi's tone was thin and cold, and he turned around to leave.

Ye Ling's eyes quickly grabbed him, gritted his teeth and said, "If you sleep less, you will be able to die, hurry up and deal with Ye Chen's wounds." ”

"Yes." Zhou Yi is not bird Ye Ling at all.

"Zhou Yi, I will pay more attention in the future, don't ignore him." Liu Dan stopped in front of Zhou Yi, frowning, with a distorted expression of 'I was wrong, I am guilty', and hurriedly assured.

Zhou Yi's gaze was as calm as water, staring at her scalp numb.

He didn't eat leopard gall, and he didn't dare to challenge Ye Chen's bottom line when he was sick, otherwise the first thing Ye Chen would do when he woke up was to skin him alive.

Turning around stupidly, he treated Ye Chen's wound with numb hands and feet, and after wrapping the gauze, he instructed Liu Dan to stuff the thermometer under Ye Chen's armpit, ignoring Ye Ling's sharp eyes next to him.

Liu Dan did not doubt that he had him, and obediently did so.

At this time, Ye Chen fell into a coma again, at her mercy like a puppet.

"He's here...... When was the injury? Liu Dan pointed to the scar under his left shoulder blade, and looked at Zhou Yi with a puzzled look.

Zhou Yi showed a sneer, glanced at Ye Ling beside him, and said in a strange tone: "I didn't close my eyes for three days and three nights, on the way to the airport in a car, I collided with three cars, and I picked up a life, don't think about getting rid of that scar for three years and five years." ”

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