Chapter 811: This young master allows you to like me! (22)
However, before he had time to act, Youyuan raised his head, with a hint of worry in his clear and innocent eyes, and gently said to him: "Qin Shi... you have to be patient later.
Stay here, I want to disinfect it, but it hurts..."
Qin Shi's head, which was already slightly lowered, immediately shifted its direction unnaturally because of her voice.tu
He coughed lightly and without trace, then nodded silently, with a slightly red face, and said unnaturally: "Yes."
"Um..." In Yuanyang's memory, the thing Youyang disinfected herself when she was a child was really painful, so she comforted her again in a low voice: "If the pain is severe, you can scream out.
"
Qin Shi turned his head and looked at Youyuan. In fact, at first, he just felt embarrassed and didn't notice the wound at all.[
After being discovered by her, the period of severe pain had passed, leaving only a faint lingering pain.
When he was watching her cleaning up the wounds, he was completely distracted by the skin-to-skin contact they had, and he completely forgot about the wounds.
But now, when Youyuan said this, he seemed to be looking down on himself. He immediately said to Youyuan in a manly manner: "It doesn't matter, just disinfect it, I'm not afraid of the pain!"
Youyuan nodded, then slowly took the cotton swab, dipped it in some alcohol, and held Qin Shi's hand with good control.
Qin Shi's heart suddenly jumped up. He just felt that the little hand holding his hand was so soft, as if it was holding his heart, comfortable and excited.
Qin Shi slowly lowered his head and looked at the white back of his neck exposed in the gap between his long hair. He immediately felt a heat flowing from his chest to his lower abdomen.
Qin Shi couldn't help but murmured. He couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.
The next second, he felt heartbreaking pain in his hand.
His whole brain suddenly woke up. He shouted and wanted to take his hand out of hers, but saw that Youyuan had raised his head, looked into his eyes, and asked softly:
"Does it hurt? It'll be fine in a moment... Just bear with it... or you'll get infected."
Qin Shi gritted his teeth and immediately relaxed his arms. He did not let himself get out of the way, but shook his head nonchalantly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt! Where does it hurt!"
As he spoke, he deliberately straightened his chest, showing that he was not afraid of pain at all.
Youyuan glanced at Qin Shi suspiciously, but did not ask any more questions. Instead, he continued to change the cotton swab, put some alcohol on it, and pressed it towards his wound.
But this time, Qin Shi's face was tense, and his expression never changed.
His left hand grabbed the sofa under him, holding it tightly, gritting his teeth and enduring the heart-wrenching pain.
This time, Youyuan didn't feel his fingers trembling. She couldn't help but raise her head, looked at Qin Shi, and asked cautiously: "Does it hurt?"
Qin Shi appeared calm and calm on the outside, but deep down he was already so painful that he was completely speechless. He shook his head stiffly.
Qin Shi took advantage of the gap in his shaking of his head to take a breath slowly, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out a few words that were relatively calm in comparison.
