Because of this, Feng Mo will never show up easily, and easily let Ye Jiujiu know about his existence.

Feng Mojiang's hand, I don't know when he took a wet towel, moved gently, wiped the medicine on the wound for Ye Jiujiu, and said while wiping: "If you are injured in the future, just give it to me." ”

When the ointment was almost wiped off, Feng Mojiang lowered his head directly, and his cold thin lips went directly to Ye Jiujiu's wound, Ye Jiujiu was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand: "Boss Feng, what are you doing?" I just said that men and women don't kiss each other......"

"I am the school doctor of the experimental high school, and you are a student of the experimental high school, and the school doctor treats the students' injuries, which is justified, not to mention, in the eyes of the doctor, there is no difference between men and women, in his eyes, whether it is male or female, they are just patients." Feng Mo said in a high-sounding manner: "So, classmate Ye Jiujiu, don't struggle anymore, if you hurt yourself, it won't be good." ”

Ye Jiujiu was trembling by Feng Mojiang's words, can he be more shameless, why did he think blindly that Feng Mojiang was an upright person? Cold, cold, upright, ascetic, unsmiling, blah, blah, all the adjectives disappeared from him at this moment.

The current wind Mo will give Ye Jiujiu the feeling that there is only a hooligan, a hooligan, or a hooligan with culture.

Ye Jiujiu was angry: "Feng Mojiang, my wound has been bandaged just now, so there is no need to reopen it and re-bandage it." ”

"But there are no more of them now." Feng Mo Jiang looked at Ye Jiujiu's hand and said.

Yes, no, but, by whom? Now that he was embarrassed to say this, Ye Jiujiu's face turned blue and white for a while, as if he was open: "Hurry up." ”

Ye Jiujiu agreed, and a smile suddenly flashed in Feng Mojiang's eyes, and the smile reached the bottom of his eyes, slightly hooking the corners of his lips, and the originally cold arc became extremely warm at this moment.

Ye Jiujiu suddenly wanted to know, what kind of person was Feng Mojiang before?

What was it like, exactly, when he was still human? It shouldn't be as cold as it is now, right? It's cold as if no one cares about it, the world is so big, but he is the only one left alone.

Ye Jiujiu was a little distracted, and the strange touch of his fingertips made Ye Jiujiu come back to his senses suddenly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, Ye Jiujiu almost vomited blood.

Feng Mojiang actually put her fingertips on her lips and rubbed them gently, Ye Jiujiu's pale face turned crimson at this moment, not because of shyness, but because she was angry: "Feng Mojiang, my fingertips are not injured." ”

"I know." It's a matter of course, and it's an extremely inadequate tone.

Ye Jiujiu swore that at this time, if she could beat the wind, she would definitely teach him a good lesson.

"You know you're still ......" Although Ye Jiujiu came from a later generation, it is still a little difficult to talk about it.

Feng Mojiang looked at Ye Jiujiu's angry appearance, and his breathing suddenly became short, this little goblin.

After the wound was contaminated with the humidity in Feng Mojiang's mouth, the pain was no longer so obvious, just like the sword wound left by Qi Yao on her neck last time, and when she got up the next day, she left only a light red trace.

Although the wound is not deep, it is also bleeding, no matter how it is, it should not recover so quickly, and it does not leave a trace, Ye Jiujiu suddenly thought of what Feng Mo said about disinfection.

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