Because Dongfang Bingwu heard the sound coming from the room in Dibeicheng, she didn't know why, but she felt a little happy when she knew it was him coming back.
She pushed open the door of Dibeicheng's room without much thought.
There was no light in the room and it was dark. Dongfang Bingwu quickly walked towards the bed. Through the faint moonlight, he saw Di Beicheng sitting there in a dark gown.
Di Beicheng had a delicate and intimidating smile on his face when he saw her coming. He knew it from the moment she left her room.
Why is she still up so late? Is she waiting for him to come back? At this time, he wanted to step forward and hold her tightly in his arms, but he was afraid of scaring her, so he had to sit there quietly.
Dongfang Bingwu walked up to him, her little face was calm. She hadn't seen him for three days, and looking at the familiar face, she felt inexplicably excited.
"Why are you still up so late?" Di Beicheng lightly opened his red lips as bright as cherry blossoms, and his magnetic voice escaped little by little, seeming to contain a little blame.
"Where have you been these past three days?" Dongfang Bingwu stared at him, then her eyes stopped at his shoulders, and her eyes narrowed suddenly. She walked forward and sat beside the bed, reaching out and pulling away from his shoulders.
He frowned and said, "Are you injured?"
There was a long bloody gash on his shoulder, which must have been scratched by some sharp weapon.
Looking at such a wound, Dongfang Bingwu felt very uncomfortable, and her face was as cold as ice.
It was obvious that he would get hurt, and he was obviously not omnipotent, but he always showed his strength in front of her, saying that nothing would happen to her as long as he was around, to comfort her and soothe her frightened heart.
She is not a cold-blooded killer who can put her own life aside, so in this murderous world, she will also be a little wary, but she never wants to show it.
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. I've already taken the elixir, and it'll be fine." Di Beicheng comforted her in a soft voice, and then stretched out his hand to pull over his clothes. He didn't want her to know about his injury.
Will she think he is not good enough and drive him away?
Dongfang Bingwu held down his hand holding the clothes. Doesn't such a big wound need to be bandaged? He doesn't need to be so brave in front of her, and she won't dislike him.
"You are not allowed to move, I will bandage it for you." Dongfang Bingwu said forcefully, and ran out quickly. There were medicines for wounds in her room, which Luo Qingchen had given her as a spare.
Di Beicheng looked at the figure running out, and his heart became softer and softer. The little thing finally started to care about him.
Dongfang Bingwu quickly ran in again, holding a medicine bottle and a strip of cloth in her hand. She didn't say much, walked to the bed and sat down casually, took off the clothes at his shoulders, and poured out the medicine powder on the long path.
Blood on the mouth.
Di Beicheng stared at her quietly and softly, not even making a sound in response to the pain caused by the medicine she applied.
"Have you often been injured before?" Dongfang Bingwu asked casually while helping him apply medicine.
"No more, no less." Di Beicheng replied ambiguously.
Dongfang Bingwu stopped talking after hearing the sound, and continued to help him apply the medicine with gentle movements, and finally wrapped it up with a familiar cloth. She used to be a special forces soldier, and she was often injured on missions. Sometimes she would fight with terrorists in the wild.
, at that time each of them naturally learned how to deal with wounds.