The 'patient' jumped out of the bed with all his hands and feet, went to the cabinet to get the medicinal wine, then quickly returned, knelt beside the bed, and spread the bruises bit by bit.

The soul boy looked at her with a red face, feeling that He Lianchuan's palm was like a red-hot iron, and it was burning hot when it touched her skin.

After finally taking care of the small wounds that the soul boy didn't pay attention to, Helianchuan was attracted by the large and small scars on her body. His black pupils suddenly tightened, and a touch of pain ran through his eyes, "How did you do these?"

He really couldn't imagine what the soul boy had experienced. The skin of his hands and feet was already like this. Could there be more thrilling traces in those places that he couldn't see?

"Well, some of them were injured during training, some were caused by skin removal during experiments, and some were caused by fighting with others... Hey, Helianchuan, why did you get out of bed? Aren't you still sick? Go back quickly.

Lie down..." The soul boy's joy turned to inexplicable fear. She was obviously here to take care of Helianchuan.[

"Calm down, I'm not sick, I'm just pretending." Do we have to force him to tell the truth?

Expression freezes.

The soul boy looked up and down many times.

He Lianchuan's face was rosy, his breath was stable, his body's Qi was flowing smoothly, his limbs were intact, and there were no particularly obvious large wounds... From the looks of it, he really didn't look like he was sick.

But...

"Why are you pretending to be sick?" She felt relieved and geared up to investigate.

Unfortunately, I have gained a lot of sweetness recently, and I can't be fierce in front of He Lianchuan. Even my words are soft, sounding like coquettishness, and have no deterrent effect at all.
Chapter completed!