Qiao Weitang looked at the full bottles and cans, and was a little confused, what kind of thing is this, where is the Band-Aid?

She's usually a rough guy, and if she gets hurt, a band-aid is almost enough.

As a result, no band-aids were found.

She looked at the bells and whistles and fell into a stupor.

When Jiang Tong came down, he saw her holding a bottle of alcohol and bringing it to her mouth.

？？？

"Didn't you find out that you still have this habit, and you can't afford to drink alcohol?"

Qiao Weitang put down the alcohol bottle in his hand, "I just sniff it and make sure what it is." ”

He changed into casual clothes, wearing a white sleeveless tennis shirt, his bare skin was like white porcelain, and the whole person was soft and harmless.

"Got it done?" He took out a bucket of milk from the refrigerator, poured two glasses, and walked over.

Qiao Weitang took the milk, "It's not started yet." ”

“……”

He took a sip of milk and stared at her quietly, licking the remaining milk stains from his mouth.

Qiao Weitang tilted his head and cleared his throat, "Where's the Band-Aid?" I didn't find it. ”

"Nope."

He put half-drunk milk on the table, crouched down in front of her, and asked, "Didn't treat the wound?" ”

When his hand touched her knee, Qiao Weitang stepped back and said, "Just put a band-aid." ”

"Look down yourself, it's full of dust, are you thinking about old cold legs at a young age?"

Qiao Weitang paused, "Old cold legs, aren't they frozen?" ”

“……”

She thought he was squatting down to treat her wound himself, but he just took out a pack of wet wipes from a drawer and threw it in her arms.

"Rub."

Qiao Weitang took out one and rubbed it on his knees.

The delicate poodle couldn't see such a rough man's approach, and felt that his knees were hurting.

After Qiao Weitang wiped off the dust and bloodstains, she found that he was still squatting on the ground.

When she was ready, he took out an ointment from the medicine box, "This one will heal quickly and will not be easy to leave a scar." ”

Qiao Weitang squeezed a little on his fingers, ready to press on the wound.

Jiang Tong couldn't stand it anymore.

Grabbing her wrist, he reached out a finger and rubbed the ointment away from her fingertips.

The moment the fingertips touched, Qiao Weitang felt that his fingertips were stiff.

He didn't notice Qiao Weitang's stunnedness, he dipped a cotton swab in ointment, and then applied it to his knees, thin and serious.

The neckline is relatively large, just revealing a delicate collarbone, soft light blonde hair on the eyelids, and the slender eyelashes tremble slightly.

Qiao Weitang's eyes stayed on his face.

If it had been such a harmonious relationship from the beginning, she would probably ......

Shut up, Yan Dog.

She suddenly didn't know what he meant, his delicate beauty, wasn't she still sleeping upstairs?

If she saw him squatting in front of her knees and helping her with medicine so seriously, everyone would be misunderstood, right?

"Jiang Tong."

Qiao Weitang suddenly called him.

Jiang Tong threw the cotton swab into the trash can and replied in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

"Your ears are so red."

“……”

Jiang Tong was silent.

Qiao Weitang felt a little inexplicable, his current appearance was indeed ridiculous, his cheeks were white and tender, and his ears were red.

She glanced at the cotton swabs in the trash can, "Why did you throw the cotton swabs away?" The wound on my arm hasn't been medicated yet. ”

He threw a pack of cotton swabs in front of her,

"Do it yourself."