Sikong Jingqiu was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating. Because his face was injured and the clothes on his body were stained with blood, he looked a little tired.
For some reason, this scene made Haiyue's chest feel hot and her eyes became red again.
She stood there and hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked quietly to the cabinet.[
After opening the door and taking out the medical kit, she paused for a moment, as if making up her mind, took a breath, turned around with the medical kit in hand, came to Sikong Jingqiu, knelt down on the sofa, settled for a few seconds, and then carefully
He opened his mouth and called out, "Master Sikong...are you awake?"
The person with closed eyes did not respond, and his chest rose and fell with shallow breathing.
Are you asleep?
It's not impossible to think about it. Sikong Jingqiu just came back from abroad. Before he got off the plane, he had a conflict with Yunyan before he could take a breath, and he was taken away again not a short time ago...
Sikong Jingqiu must be very tired after working so non-stop.
Haiyue bit her lower lip, wanting to say that since she was already asleep, she shouldn't disturb him.
But……
Haiyue glanced at the bruise on Sikong Jingqiu's face.
There were a few scratches on his face, which needed to be disinfected to avoid infection. The swollen areas also needed to be iced, so that they would heal faster.
However, even though she thought so in her heart, Haiyue didn't know whether it was better to wake up Sikong Jingqiu or directly disinfect and treat his wounds.
What if he wakes up and asks about what happened between him and Yunyan?
Haiyue thought awkwardly for a while, and decided to get the bed sheet and cover Sikong Jingqiu first, and then help him deal with the broken wounds. She put down the medical kit in her hand and tiptoed, trying not to make any noise.
In such a situation, he climbed off the sofa, took the thin quilt over, and carefully covered Sikong Jingqiu.
Finding that Sikong Jingqiu had not woken up, Hai Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the medicine box on the sofa again, opened it gently, took out the sterile cotton swab, held her breath, and leaned on it cautiously, and gently
The movements of his hands disinfected the broken wounds on Sikong Jingqiu's face.