He hurts him by himself, shouldn't he retaliate more hard with his insidious personality?

She didn't understand why he concealed for herself.

"What should I do? Your wound is so big that it is not allowed to deal with it, it is easy to infect."

Ye Chuqing turned around and saw that he was sitting weakly on the bed. His handsome face was slightly pale, but he did not look painful.

He can even be so calm in patience, as if it is okay. [[

Ye Chuqing looked at him, and his heart was slightly sad. Does this man even have high pain?

"Go to my room and bring the medicine box I took out last time." Mo Feng said calmly, then pointed at the paper towel, "handed it to me."

Ye Chuqing immediately pulled out a lot of paper towels and saw that he had flowed so much blood. Her eyes were red and panickedly on his wound.

Mo Fengya frowned and snorted.

"Let go, do you want to kill me?" He pushed her trembling hand angrily, covering the wound gently.

Ye Chuqing shrank back, wrapped a towel casually, and ran upstairs upstairs in Mo Fengya's room, took out the medicine box, and walked back.

The wound was deeply imagined, and the paper towel covering the wound was red.

She was shocking, but Mo Fengya quickly disinfected, applied medicine, and handled the wound.

Slowly the blood flowing out of the wound is less.

"I help you." Seeing his difficult himself tied his belt, Ye Chuqing stepped forward to grab his hand.

Mo Fengya looked down at her guilty face: "Okay."

Ye Chuqing's uncomfortable heart was more comfortable. He surrounded him lightly with his hands and feet. He took a few laps before he knotted on his side.

After doing all of this, pack the medicine box.

She was sitting uneasily, and she didn't know what to say.

If she wants her to apologize, she can't open this mouth, but tonight, I always feel that she is a little reasonable.

He hurt him like this, and he did not scold herself. She would rather slap himself, but it was better than now that he absolutely owed him.

"Hey, I ..." She turned to talk to him, but found that Mo Fengya didn't know when he was lying in bed and fell asleep.

Ye Chuqing looked at him silently, his black hair was scattered messy on his forehead, and his eyebrows frowned.

The fair face is as white as paper because of blood loss, and it seems inexplicable and vulnerable. [
Chapter completed!