Chapter 412: Juexin: I don't care, but I can't. One
Jue Xin: I don’t care, I can’t. (1)
"Uh, okay." Juexin swallowed. He subconsciously wanted to cough, but he held it back. He just stared at Wan Qing's clothes, but his hands began to tremble unconsciously.
Seeing that he said yes but was still reluctant to move, Wan Qing finally looked at the problem from his perspective. And Jue Xin's performance was too obvious, whether it was his twinkling eyes or the reddish face,
Everyone could see how nervous he was at this time.
Wan Qing couldn't help but smile softly, "If you don't take medicine..."
"No." Before Wan Qing could finish her words, Juexin had already decisively denied it. "If you don't apply the medicine, scars will be left."
But Wan Qing didn't care: "What does it matter? Others can't see it anyway."
"Who said others can't see it!?" Juexin frowned and glared at Wan Qing. I wonder if he took off his mask and felt that there was no need to cover up in front of Wan Qing. Therefore, even his expressions were much richer, but
, still no smile. "I..."
He stopped suddenly, seemed to take a breath, and then slowly said: "In the future, your husband will see it."
Wan Qing blinked and raised her hand to look at the thin scars on her palm, "Do men care about it?"
"Of course." Juexin immediately responded.
"What about you, do you care too?"
Juexin's breath was stagnant and he didn't speak. He just gritted his teeth secretly, untied Wan Qing's clothes bit by bit, and began to apply the medicine to her gently and carefully.
He is a doctor. In his eyes, all men and women, young and old, are just patients. They are just patients.
Following Juexin's movements, Wan Qing felt waves of coolness, spreading all over her body bit by bit as his fingers spread out to the surroundings bit by bit.
The weather was originally cold, and the medicine in his hand was even more cooling, but Wan Qing felt strangely that when the little bit of coolness dissipated and almost disappeared, it actually turned into little sparks, little by little, slowly
, burning her.
In such a cold day, Wan Qing always felt that it was extremely comfortable, more comfortable than drinking hot soup. It made her drowsy, but she couldn't help but want to feel more.
"What kind of medicine are you talking about?" Wan Qing asked softly, feeling a faint moan of comfort come out of her mouth.