There seemed to be a few traces of blood seeping out, and Ye Zhiqiu believed it.
"I'm going to put a Band-Aid on it."[
Ye Zhiqiu relaxed a little and went to the living room holding her injured right hand with her left hand.
I found a band-aid and put it on myself.
The fingers seemed to still carry the warmth of his mouth, soft and moist.
Like a cat lying lazily in the afternoon sun and being petted.
"ah--"
Ye Zhiqiu screamed again, and Ling Mufeng, who was still washing dishes, rushed out immediately: "What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay."
Ye Zhiqiu's face was red, his head lowered and he was desperately trying to wrap the band-aid around him.
"Is it really okay?" Ling Mufeng was still a little confused.
"It's really okay!"
Ye Zhiqiu emphasized, and Ling Mufeng said "oh" and returned to the kitchen.
However, when he turned around, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes a little confused and complicated.
Therefore, Ling Mufeng took care of her and treated her well these days, and she forgot the pain he had caused her in the past.
And just now, when he put her fingers in his mouth to help her suck out the congestion, didn't she feel that the top of her heart was trembling slightly?
So, when Ling Mufeng came out of the kitchen, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly asked him sadly: "Ling Mufeng, let me ask you, what is love?"
"ah?"
Ling Mufeng was a little strange, seeing Ye Zhiqiu's confused look.
I don't know what is going on in her little head.
"To love someone is to own everything about them."[
That's what Ling Mufeng thought.
Although he saw Ye Zhiqiu feeling sad about Qin Yishu a while ago, he even felt regretful.
I regret that I deliberately created obstacles between them and made them break up.
However, that feeling was very short-lived.
What drives him has always been to get Ye Zhiqiu's strong consciousness.
To get her, you must not only get her person, but also her heart.