After cleaning the surrounding area, Xuewei took out cotton wool and dipped it in hydrogen peroxide, then carefully and gently began to clean the wound.
Several wooden thorns were deeply pierced into the flesh. Xuewei raised her head and glanced at Guan Qiyou, and whispered: "These wooden thorns cannot stay in the skin and flesh. Please be patient and I will help you take them out."
The wooden thorns were very deep. Although Xuewei's movements were very skillful, it still took some effort. When pulling out the flesh, Guan Qiyou couldn't help but gasp lowly.
"Does it hurt? If you bear it just a little longer, you'll be fine soon." Hearing his forbearing voice, Xuewei couldn't help but feel a little unbearable in her heart.
When the last wooden thorn was pulled out, Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief. She neatly applied medicine to him and bandaged it carefully.
"It's best not to get wet these days, otherwise it's easy to get infected. For the first three days, the dressing must be changed every day." Xuewei said as she organized the medicine box and sundries. When she raised her head again, she found that
Guan Qiyou was looking at her for a moment.
"Uh--the hand...has been bandaged." The moment she looked at Guan Qiyou, Xuewei felt her heart suffocate, her heart rate suddenly accelerated, and her cheeks turned red inexplicably.
Being stared at by his naked eyes, Xuewei felt uncomfortable all over. It was already late, and she was originally afraid of being alone with Guan Qiyou. Before, she was dressing his wounds and couldn't think of anything else. But now
When her son faced him face to face, she felt nervous and fearful again. She just hoped that he could leave quickly. The eviction order was difficult to say directly, so she thought about it, and pointed at his hand without saying anything, reminding him to close the door.
Pray for blessings.
"What? Do you want to issue an order to expel guests?" Guan Qiyou smiled teasingly as he looked at Xuewei with his narrow eyes slightly raised.
"Uh - no, I..." Xuewei felt a little embarrassed when Guan Qiyou said it.
The girl was half-kneeling in front of the soft couch, her soft black hair hanging on her shoulders, and the hairline on her head was clearly visible. She was very close to him, and her breath could not escape from his nose, so fresh and sweet.
Guan Qiyou's heart suddenly throbbed. He turned his face away slightly and closed his narrow eyes, but the sweet smell invaded his sense of smell, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
What's wrong with him? Could it be that if his hand is injured, Yi Zhi will become weak? What kind of woman does he want? What kind of woman does he want? In front of him is just an immature little girl with yellow hair. Although she is pretty in appearance, she has a weak figure.
She is flat and has no charm at all. How can such a woman attract him?
Opening his deep eyes, Guan Qiyou slowly leaned forward from the soft couch, pinched the girl's shoulder with his other uninjured hand, and then said in a frivolous voice, "No? Then... what is it?"
"I...I..." Guan Qiyou seemed to have the ability to understand her thoughts, which left Xuewei unable to hide and she really didn't know how to answer.
"Haha, are you afraid of me?" Guan Qiyou came closer, his thin lips almost touching Xuewei's ear. His voice was full of evil, slightly hoarse, and his breath was strong, hot and humid, and unusual.
Sexy and seductive.
A burst of electricity quickly swept from her ears to her whole body. Jiang Xuewei felt a numbness and her cheeks became hot. "No...I...I didn't. Why should I be afraid of you?"
"Oh? Really?" Guan Qiyou's bright eyes were locked on Xuewei's body. Before he finished speaking, his big hand went around her back and pulled her body into his arms. Guan Qiyou turned around and