In the past few days since he came back, Wen Yunran has not heard from Xi Jin.

She also kept sending WeChat messages to Xi Jin to ask about his situation, but Xi Jin never replied.

She began to think crankily.

In order not to be cranky, she plans to keep herself busy.

Because, if her heart is messed up like this again, she may not be able to control herself and do something exciting.

So, she went to the study and pulled out a wooden box.

It's all tools, screwdrivers, pieces of iron, wire, and the like.

She pulled out a design from a drawer and tucked it up.

As soon as Wen Yunran got busy, he was busy until late, and when he looked up, it was already late at night.

She put the things she was making in her hand aside, feeling a little hungry.

But she knew she didn't have much food at home.

So I changed my clothes and prepared to go out to find something to eat.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a person lying at the door of 1602 on the opposite side.

She was shocked, and immediately ran over and squatted on the ground, "Xi Jin, what's wrong with you?" ”

Xi Jin's face was very bad, his forehead was full of cold sweat, his lips were white, and he had an expression of forcible pain on his face.

He tried to hold his breath and concentrate: "I'm fine." ”

Wen Yunran was very worried and distressed when he saw him like this.

She endured the sourness of her nose and slowly helped him to his feet, placing one of his arms on her shoulder.

As he pumped his hand, he felt a burst of wetness from his black leather jacket.

She opened her palm, and it was red blood.

"Xi Jin, you're injured."

Wen Yunran reached out and wanted to lift his shirt under his black leather coat.

But Xi Jin grabbed his hand: "Don't look, I'm fine." ”

At this time, Xi Jin was too weak, and his strength was no match for Wen Yunran, and he felt that she was breaking his hand.

"Xi Jin," her voice trembled a little, "Obedient, let me see." ”

Her voice is so nice.

Xi Jin let down her vigilance in a trance, and also let go of resistance, and didn't stop her anymore.

Wen Yunran lifted the hem of Xi Jin's shirt, and his lower abdomen was wrapped in a mess of bandages, which had been stained red with blood.

Wen Yunran's breath stagnated, but he just helped Xi Jin to his home and let him lie on the sofa.

Then, I took the medicine box that was placed on the cabinet in the entrance.

It was the last time she bandaged Peach Blossom from where she lived before.

She lifted Xi Jin's shirt, and then reached out to untie his belt.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hand.

"Xi Jin, be good, let me see your wounds, I won't bully you."

Her voice seemed to have magical power, and he just held on for three seconds, and then obediently let go.

"Click." The buckle of the belt is loosened.

Wen Yunran pulled his pants down a little, revealing the deepest part of the bloodstain, but not completely removing his pants.

She used sterilized scissors to cut open the bandages that had been hastily wrapped around his body, and saw the horrific wound in his lower abdomen.

It's a knife wound.

The length is about seven or eight centimeters, but the depth is ten centimeters by sight.

The wound was still oozing blood.

She didn't think too much about it, and directly took the gauze in the medicine box and covered Xi Jin's wound.

After about five minutes of compression, the bleeding mostly stopped.

Wen Yunran threw away the gauze stained red with blood, took alcohol from the medicine box, and used tweezers to hold a cotton ball and dip it in alcohol to disinfect Xi Jin.

Xi Jin's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't say a word.

After disinfection.

The wound is too deep and needs to be stitched.

Wen Yunran took the syringe barrel and found the anesthetic from the medicine box.

There was only a small piece of anesthetic left, and she didn't have time to hesitate, unscrewed the cap and sucked it into the syringe.

She held the syringe and approached Xi Jin.

Xi Jin opened her eyes and grabbed her hand: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Your wound is too deep, I need to help you stitch it up now, but the dose of anesthetic may not be enough, and it may still hurt."

Xi Jin still didn't let go.

Wen Yunran held the syringe in one hand and shook Xi Jin's hand with the other: "Xi Jin, be obedient, believe me." ”

The strength in Xi Jin's hand slowly weakened, and he closed his eyes fragily.

Wen Yunran injected the anesthetic into the skin around Xi Jin's wound.

After that, take the triangular needle and start helping him with stitches.

Xi Jin's eyes were always closed, and her eyebrows flickered from time to time, but the cold sweat on her forehead never stopped.

Wen Yunran knew that he was in pain, but he kept refraining.

About half an hour later.

Wen Yunran cut the thread and ended the stitching.

Xi Jin still had the same restrained expression just now.

She had never seen him like this.

The pale face, the bloodless lips, are so pitiful that I want to bite.

Wen Yunran took off his medical gloves and took a tissue to wipe the sweat off his forehead and face.

After that, she leaned down and covered her lips over Xi Jin's lips.

Xi Jin slowly opened her eyes and saw Wen Yunran's face.

Her lips were icy, as cold as if she had been through a long period of tension.

What is she doing?

Is she kissing him?

No, she was invading him, trying to conquer him.

This feeling, as if the pain of the wound is not so strong.

His frown lightened.

Then, he felt the warmth of his cheeks.

The warmth slid down the contours of his face and into the corners of his mouth.

He tasted it, warm and salty.

Did she cry?

Was she afraid that I would die?

After a long time.

Her kiss stopped.

She asked, "Does it still hurt now?" ”

Xi Jin wanted to say that it didn't hurt.

But before he could speak, he heard her delicate voice again.

"Xi Jin, be good, open your mouth."

After that, he did it inexplicably, and the ghost sent it to God, and obediently did it.

The window in the living room was not closed.

The night is deep, and the city is dotted with sporadic lights.

The thin moonlight sprinkled down, reflecting the silhouette of the girl leaning over the wall gently.

The breeze tugged at the curtain of light gauze.

Xi Jin fell asleep in Wen Yunran's siege of the city.

-

When Xi Jin woke up, it was already noon the next day.

A dull pain in the lower abdomen.

He looked down and saw the bandage around his waist, which was well bandaged.

It's not like last night, when he was pestering around.

His dirty clothes had been changed out of his body, and he was now wearing a full set of loungewear.

Suddenly, he had a little more thought, ripped open the waistband of his pants, and glanced inside.

Sure enough, there was nothing to wear inside.

There was footsteps in the kitchen, and Xi Jin sat up with her body propped up.

"Xi Jin, you're awake, how are you feeling now?"

It was Wen Yunran's voice.

She put the porridge in her hand on the table, walked over, took the electronic thermometer next to the sofa, and ticked it on his forehead.

"You still have a little low-grade fever."

She put down the thermometer and asked again, "How do you feel?" ”

"I'm fine."

"Are you hungry? I cooked white porridge. Wen Yunran looked at the bowl of porridge on the table.

She will only cook white porridge, put rice and water in it, and just flip a switch.

"Wen Yunran."

Wen Yunran looked back at him: "Huh? ”

There were only the two of them last night, and Xi Jin knew that the clothes on his body must have been changed by Wen Yunran for him, and his question was:

"How do you know the code to my door?"

He is now wearing his loungewear.

Wen Yunran blinked his eyes: "Is it difficult to crack it out?" ”

Yes, it's not that hard for her.

Wen Yunran has the technology, if she wants to use it to do bad things, no one can catch her.

"Thank you last night." Xi Jin still remembers what happened last night.

Wen Yunran stirred in the bowl of white porridge with a spoon, trying to cool down: "Thank me for something?" ”

Without waiting for Xi Jin's reply, Wen Yunran added: "Thank you for helping you deal with your wounds?" Thank you for helping you deal with the bloodstains at the door? Thank you for helping you change your clothes? Or ......"

She said meaningfully: "Thank you for kissing you?" ”

Xi Jin thought for a while: "All." ”

Wen Yunran's nerves that had been tense all night eased a little, and she smiled: "Let's eat something first." ”

As she spoke, she brought the bowl of porridge over, scooped a spoonful, and the movements of her hands stopped at Xi Jin's mouth.

He knew she was going to feed him porridge.

He looked away: "I don't want to eat." ”

"Xi Jin," Wen Yunran pinched his chin and twisted his face back, "obedient." ”

I don't know why, he thinks Wen Yunran's words are so magical.

He obediently opened his mouth.

Wen Yunran fed the porridge in the spoon.

While feeding the porridge, she said, "You had a fever and sweated a lot in the second half of last night, and I helped you change your clothes." ”

"Your wound is in the lower abdomen and needs to be bandaged, and if you have pants in it, the bandage won't be wrapped."

When she said this, her face did not change, as if she were talking about the weather every day.

Xi Jin just said "um", but her ears were slightly red.

(End of chapter)