"It's quite serious, Dad, please bear with it for a while."
Su Wanqing first dipped a cotton swab in some iodine to disinfect the wound behind the ear and soften the pus and blood scab. Then, she quickly unbuttoned the earring and pulled it out with a sudden tug.
"hiss--"
The ears are one of the most nerve-rich places in the human body. Luo Mingxuan couldn't help but show his teeth in pain.
Su Wanqing did not feel soft because of this. She took out two new alcohol cotton balls, pressed them on the front and back of the earlobes, and gently squeezed the wound to squeeze out the remaining pus and blood.
Because when Luo Mingxuan pierced his ears, his technique was so clumsy that the inflammation is now very serious.
Su Wanqing used a total of ten alcohol cotton balls and squeezed the pus and blood five times before the wound finally leaked red blood instead of yellow pus.
During this process, Luo Mingxuan tightened his body and gritted his teeth without making any sound of pain.
"You should stop wearing earrings for the next two days." Su Wanqing finally applied erythromycin ointment on the wound and said, "Not everyone's body is suitable for ear-piercing."
"No, I want to wear it." Luo Mingxuan refused without hesitation, his dark blue eyes became a little deeper, staring at the sapphire blue earrings lying quietly in a small glass container filled with alcohol.
"Alcohol disinfection takes twenty minutes." Su Wanqing's eyes also drifted to the sapphire earrings, "Dad, some people's ears are really not suitable for wearing earrings. Not only are they prone to inflammation, but they can also cause keloids."
A trace of unwillingness flashed across Luo Mingxuan's face, and his tone was a little sour: "It's okay if I say yes."
Seeing his stubborn look, Su Wanqing sighed helplessly and said, "Then wait twenty minutes and you can put it on."
With that said, he turned around and left.
"Don't go." Luo Mingxuan stopped her and stared straight into her eyes, "You helped me get down, of course you have to put it on for me."
Su Wanqing rolled her eyes and had no choice but to sit on the sofa and start playing with her phone, waiting for the time to pass.
I was so tired last night that I didn't look at my phone after I went to rest. Now when I opened it, I found that there were a dozen missed calls and seven or eight text messages, all from Luo Xichen.
Su Wanqing's little heart trembled, and she couldn't help but feel pain. Her fingers trembled, and finally she clicked on the text message.
[Wan Qing, I’m sorry. I didn’t know last night was Chinese Valentine’s Day. Mechelle and her father tripped me up and refused to let me go. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. 】
This message was the earliest, about eight o'clock last night, when Luo Mingxuan just came back.
[Wan Qing, I really want to go back early. What are you doing at home? Do you miss me? I miss you very much.]
[Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have attended this bullshit party at all. Mechelle is such a pester. She just dragged me to the cinema. God, I really want to die.]
These were all the text messages before they met at the cinema. After reading them, Su Wanqing didn't feel much better. A missed appointment is a missed appointment.
She believed that with Xichen's ability, if he wanted to leave, he would always find a way to do so.
Su Wanqing began to feel a little irritable and opened the remaining text messages.
[Wan Qing, don’t be angry, I’m sorry, don’t be angry, I didn’t expect to meet you and dad in the cinema. 】