Bei Xijue's voice was choked with sobs. It is said that men don't shed tears easily. At this moment, he shed tears. The hot tears fell and hit the mole under Shangguan Tang's eyes, overlapping them together.
"Tangtang, I will never let go in this life!"
Shangguan Tang's body was trembling in his arms, and she could ignore the name he called out, crying and beating his chest. He said nothing, and walked back with her in his arms.
She couldn't get away, so her nose, snot, and tears all rubbed onto his clothes. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, so she bit him hard on the shoulder.
Bei Xijue's body stiffened, and a warm stream called happiness flowed out from between her lips and teeth, flowing through every blood vessel in his body, and finally gathered deep in his heart.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the forehead of the person in his arms.
It's so nice to have her in his arms.
Outside the living room, a familiar figure was already standing. In the night, the expression on her face could not be seen clearly.
"Brother Bei, what's wrong with Xue'er?"
Lin Yue'er hurriedly came forward, but stretched out her hand to touch Ai Xue'er.
"fine."
Bei Xijue avoided Lin Yue'er indifferently.
"It's okay, you go up and sleep, I will take care of her."
Lin Yue'er's hand froze in the air and did not take it back for a long time. The expression on her face kept changing, but there was an unchanging layer of hatred in her eyes.
Shangguantang, is it really you? Haha, then, don't blame me for being rude.
Bei Xijue carried Shangguantang all the way upstairs, passing by the bedroom just now, paused for a moment, but did not go in, and walked straight to his room.
Shangguan Tang's eyes were tightly closed, and his thick and slightly curled eyebrows were wet with tears and stuck together, looking so helpless and sad.
Bei Xijue put her on the bed and turned around to find the medicine box. He took out a tube of medicine from the medicine box and unscrewed the lid. There was a faint scent of mint.
Shangguan Tang felt the side of the bed collapse, and a familiar breath approached. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to face the man in front of him.
Bei Xijue sat down and carefully cut open the stockings on her legs with scissors. The knees were already bloody and glued to the stockings.
He took a breath and looked at that place distressedly for a long time, but couldn't move, because as long as he made the slightest movement, the big man's brows would frown into a small mountain.
She hurts, he knows. He would rather the one who gets hurt is him and the one who hurts is him.
The wound is stained with water and covered with dust and debris. If it is not treated, it will definitely become infected.
"Xue'er, please bear with me."
Bei Xijue coaxed gently, then gritted his teeth and used his hand to separate the stockings from the wound on his knee.
"Um!"
Shangguan Tang's upper body bounced up from the pain, half leaning in the air, his red lips were bloodless at the moment, but he still stubbornly refused to open his eyes.
Does she hate him so much?
Bei Xijue felt endless loneliness in his heart at this moment. He squeezed the light green paste onto his fingers and applied it around the wound, gently as if he were treating a fragile porcelain doll.
From the beginning to the end, Shangguan Tang remained silent. Even though her lower lip was bitten with her teeth and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, she refused to open her eyes. Her slender fingers tightly tugged on the sheets underneath her.
A tangle of fallen flowers emerged.
A cool feeling gradually spread over the wound, and the pain decreased a bit.