039 He was sorry. Duanmumu thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't guess who the person who cared about him was, but he was sure that there was no malice, so he smiled calmly and put the card and candy into a box.
She touched the wound while eating just now, and the pain was severe now. The wound probably cracked again. Sure enough, in the bathroom mirror, the gauze on her back was broken and stained with blood.
She reached out and touched her back a few times. She wanted to remove the gauze and change her dressing, but she couldn't do it except to increase the pain. The damn injury was on her back. She had no way to do it herself. She wanted to find a maid.
She wanted to help, but she was worried that the old lady would find out. After all, she lied and said she had a bruise. Just when she was in trouble, the bathroom door was pushed open.
"Why did you come in?" When he saw the person coming in, Duanmumu instinctively pulled up his clothes to cover his exposed beauty.
Even though she moved quickly enough, the blood on her back still fell into his eyes the moment she pushed the door open. His heart tightened, "Are you okay?"
Thinking that he had harmed himself like this, Duanmumu snorted coldly, "I'm very disappointed in you. I'm fine. That's great!"
Knowing that she was still angry, Leng Anyen did not get angry, "I see you are bleeding, you should go to the hospital!"
In the two consecutive sentences, he spoke calmly, which surprised Duanmumu. In the past, when had he not been sarcastic in every sentence? Was he feeling uneasy like this? But she didn't need it. She didn't need to say anything to her.
She was stabbed with a knife and given a sweet to eat, but that would not heal her injuries.
Duanmumu didn't want to get entangled with him, so she held her unbuttoned clothes and pushed him away to go out, but was grabbed by him. "I'll help you change your dressing," he saw the gauze and cotton wool on the sink.
"No!" Duanmu refused.
But in the next second, his big palm had already clasped her shoulders, "Don't force me to use force."
asshole!
Before she could curse, he had already pulled off her shirt, and her beauty suddenly appeared in his eyes. Leng Anyen was not a good man. Such a scene made a certain part of his body rebound rapidly, even his breathing.
Everything has changed.
Duanmumu was ashamed and annoyed. He covered the spring light in front of him with his hands, "Get out!"
He didn't, but put his fingers on her wound, "Don't make trouble, let me take a look!"
His voice was low and soft, like a hand rubbing her injured heart. The grievance surged instantly, leaving her speechless and unable to take any action, because she was afraid that her fragility would cause her to collapse.
Leng Anyen carefully untied the belt, and a triangular wound was clearly visible, and there was even blood oozing out. Her skin was already whiter than snow, but now under the bright light, blood red and snow white, this kind of
The strong contrast made him suffocate.
After swabbing her wound with alcohol cotton, he could feel the trembling of her body, but could not hear her voice. Seeing her like this, Leng Anyen comforted her softly, "Scream out if it hurts!"
Doesn't it hurt when she screams? She murmured in her heart and gritted her teeth even more. Even if she died of pain, she would not let him see it. This was her last stubbornness in front of him.
Leng Anyen knew her temper and didn't say anything more. He just gently moved his hands again and again, cleaned her wounds, applied ointment, and put on gauze. He was so nervous that he was sweating.
Duanmumu was not having a good time either. When everything finally ended, she jumped away from him almost instantly, then picked up her clothes to protect herself and fled.
"Wife," he whispered, Duanmu paused, and felt his body being hugged behind him.
"sorry--"
His voice rang in the air for a long time, but it broke her heart in an instant.
