Jiang Nanyan was so frightened that she stopped all her movements and looked at him in fear, "Huangfulian, are you okay? Is the wound open? Do you want me to ask Wu Yu to come over and take a look for you?"
Jiang Nanyan was very anxious, but didn't know what to do. She could only freeze there and look at Huangfulian anxiously.
"No need!" Huangfulian endured the pain and gave her a weak smile, "I am fine."
"But your face is pale! You're sweating so much!" Jiang Nanyan shook her hands and wiped away the sweat from Huangfulian's forehead.
"I'm really fine." Huangfulian said, letting go of Jiang Nanyan's wrist, coming back to her cheek, caressing her pale and soft cheek, slowly scraping her fingertips, starting from the pink cheek.
Moving it bit by bit, it slowly slid onto her red lips. In the deep and boundless black pupils, several clusters of bright flames danced.[
His movements made Jiang Nanyan couldn't help but tremble, and every cell in his body was trembling.
Her face was extremely red.
But now is not the time to be shy.
Jiang Nanyan was very worried whether Huangfulian's wound would really open.
She didn't dare to move, she could only sit there, looking at Huangfulian, and spoke uneasily.
"Huangfulian, don't be brave, just say it if it hurts."
"Yeah." Huangfulian closed her eyes and followed Jiang Nanyan's words, "It hurts a lot."