Lu Yuchen nodded slightly, "Then you bear with me, I will try to be lighter." ”

After he finished speaking, he gently spread her palm, and first used cotton balls and tweezers to help her clean up the debris that had pierced into the flesh.

Then, I started to disinfect her with alcohol.

Xinluo looked at him with his eyes lowered, his grim and serious appearance, and he was in a trance for a while.

Such Lu Yuchen has concentration and seriousness in her eyes, as if she is still his beloved treasure.

"Shhhh

In the palm of his right hand, there was a sudden stinging pain of alcohol soaked into the wound. Xinluo didn't hold back for a while, and actually screamed softly.

It's a shame.

I clearly said that I am not afraid of pain.

"It hurts?" The man's magnetic voice sounded, with concern enough to disturb her.

"No, I just couldn't hold back for a while." She bit her lower lip, unwilling to show weakness in front of him.

Lu Yuchen said "um", didn't speak, and continued to treat her wounds.

I don't know why, I obviously said I didn't care.

Xinluo suddenly felt that there was a kind of melancholy in his heart.

It's just that this loss has just risen from the bottom of my heart.

In the palm of his right hand, there was an itchy and crispy feeling.

She looked up in surprise and saw that the man actually grabbed her wrist, looked down at her palm, and blew softly.

"Still hurt?"

He looked up at her eyes, deep and cold, with a little starlight.

It's like, under his eyes, there is a whole galaxy of stars.

Xinluo was slightly stunned, he didn't expect to see his gentle eyes four years later.

She was stunned, and there was a look of disbelief in Peach Blossom's eyes.

Lu Yuchen held his palm at her again and blew on it, and his tone was a little lighter than just now.

"Women are so squeamish? I've tried to lighten it as much as I can......"

He whispered as he blew.

The tone was not complaining, but rather a self-conscious summary.

Well, in other words, Lu Yuchen, who was extremely cold, actually talked to himself.

Xinluo was startled.

Talk to oneself?

Is the person in front of him still Lu Yuchen?

He would actually talk to himself!?

Don't blame Xinluo for being surprised, most of this habitual self-talk is done by her.

A person like Lu Yuchen hides everything in his heart, how can he be like an ordinary person, muttering quietly.

Before Xinluo could recover from the fright just now, he saw that Lu Yuchen had already used gauze to help her bandage the wound on her hand.

"Come over again when you get off work, and I'll help you change your dressing."

"You're going to change my dressing?" Xinluo was completely stupid.

He pretended not to know her and ignored her, why was he so nice to her?

"No, I can ...... it myself"

Before Xinluo could finish refusing to speak, the man bowed his head and took off the high heels on her feet.

"You, why are you taking off my shoes?"

Xinluo instinctively retreated, but the man's big palm covered her swollen left ankle at this time.

"Don't do anything, help you with the medicine."

After speaking, the hand that gently covered the little woman's ankle exerted a little force.

Xinluo suddenly felt pain and snorted.

"Hurt ......"

She has endured hardships and suffered even greater pain.

But for some reason, when facing Lu Yuchen, she always becomes, especially squeamish.

The man's heart softened when he heard her sobbing and crying out in pain.

A man who has always been indifferent and has never been emotional, can only try to appease, "If the blood is not rubbed, it is not easy to get better." ”