Bo Qingjun glanced at her, not sure if the teasing she had just seen on the woman's face was an illusion.

The jaw tightened for two seconds, and his intact hand thrust hard, pulling off the other sleeve, and slashing off the wounds that were bound by blood.

This time, he didn't make any sound.

Xia Wanxin paused in her hand and saw the wound on his arm clearly through the sky, which was shocking.

She couldn't help but grit her teeth: "Do you really think you are a robot?"

This sentence asked her for some reason, but the man's appearance of not taking his body seriously made people very angry. Perhaps every doctor could not treat the patient so badly.

Bo Qingyun's face was cold and calm, as if he was not the one who had been scraped on his arms.

His voice was low and heavy: "What, care about me?"

Xia Wanxin's lips were red and her lips were tense, and she smiled and didn't smile: "Mr. Bo, I still have the humanitarian spirit that I should have. Even if you ask me for trouble all day long, I can't repay my grudges with grudges, right?"

As he said that, he applied the herb that had been pounded into the juice on his wound.

Anyway, he doesn't care anymore, so why should she do it for him?

The herbs she found were extremely precisely treated with such wounds, and they reacted almost instantly. The wound was stimulated, as if he had poured salt on the blood and blood. The pain felt extreme in that moment.

Even though Bo Qingyun had made enough preparations, she took a breath of cold air, and a thin layer of sweat came out of her forehead. The veins on her arms and forehead swelled up, and her pulse was beating.

After two minutes, the feeling was slightly relieved.

The ups and downs of Bo Qingyun's chest gradually calmed down, and she loosened her body and leaned back.

Xia Wanxin was still pounding medicine, and the last bit of light was printed behind her, making the woman's face look like a layer of soft light. Her originally charming facial features were clear and graceful at this moment.

Bo Qingyun looked at her skillful movements and tweaked her eyelids and asked, "Why are you so familiar with this place?"

Xia Wan's heart movements were slightly paused.

I quickly continued, without raising my head: "When I was a child, I often played in this area. Once, I saved someone at the foot of the mountain in front."

A brief sentence, she said casually.

He didn't notice Bo Qingyun's sudden tightening pupils, and he looked straight at her, and a stunned expression appeared on his face, which had always been sharp and indifferent.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Suddenly, I thought of that night, the night was much darker than it is now. The girl drove in the quiet mountains and was dragged into a whirlpool by him.

She saved him, but afterwards he left a jade pendant, but no trace of her was found again.

Bo Qingyun swallowed her throat.

Suddenly I had an incredible idea in my heart.

Even if rationality knows that this is impossible, it is even ridiculous.

After clenching his teeth for two seconds, he still asked, his voice pretending to be dull: "When did you save me?"

He said it, his face calm, his eyes tightly clung to Xia Wanxin for a moment.

Xia Wanxin also stopped pounding medicine and looked up at him.

The sentence just now seemed like a casual chat, but as long as anyone who knows him knows, he never cares about other people's business.

Xia Wanxin couldn't help but feel a slap in her heart.

She has revealed the news that she was staying in the country when she was a child.

Already talkative.

I saved someone here five years ago, so it was even more impossible for him to know.

My heart is full of twists and turns, but it only takes one or two seconds.
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