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As he spoke, he covered himself as if fleeing, leaving behind a smooth and delicate back. His bare back was like the top layer of delicate jade, lined with torn sky-blue rags, which dazzled the eyes.
The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and followed the girl's back until she opened the compartment in V8 and her slender figure disappeared.
Su Wanqing closed the door and locked it.
Leaning against the cold door, he gradually slid down and hugged himself with his arms.
She buried her head between her arms and legs for a while, then raised it up. Her frightened and helpless look faded away, and her heartbeat returned to normal.
In the past fourteen years, she had never encountered anything like this. But... her intuition told her that the boy was not a bad person.
Su Wanqing adjusted her mood, stood up, and opened the gorgeous wardrobe. There were at least three hundred pieces of clothes that appeared in front of her, each piece was of novel style and the price ranged from several thousand.
Although they are not as good as the famous brands that the rich and famous ladies of the upper class often spend tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands on, but they are ordinary citizens like them, who are not as good as those above.
My mother is the pillar of the "Night Angel" high-end entertainment club. She is never short of money and is not stingy at all. My mother, who works hard in the sensual place, can only fight better by dressing herself up more beautiful and enchanting. Beauty
Harmony and singing are the best weapons.
Su Wanqing randomly picked out a red tight dress and paired it with a white long coat, which looked sexy and majestic.
Looking around, he saw a first-aid kit with a cross on it in the window of the wall cabinet on the left. Su Wanqing stood up and reached for it.
That man... bled a lot.
Su Wanqing opened the door, walked to the boy's side, opened the first aid box, and said, "I have learned some emergency medical care. Your wound needs to be treated. If it becomes infected, you will be in trouble."
The young man stared at her steadily, his ice-blue eyes flickering on and off, unable to see his emotions clearly. He had lost too much blood and his lips were pale, but his words were still strong and powerful: "You should call the security personnel, or call the police directly.
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Su Wanqing lowered her head, prepared disposable sterile cotton, sterile forceps, iodophor, and sterile gauze, and said calmly: "Take off your shirt. The wound is on the upper arm. It should have injured a blood vessel."
"I just gave you a chance to be alone, why didn't you call the police?" The young man seemed a little unhappy with her turning a deaf ear. He stretched out his slender jade-like fingers and lifted her chin, his eyes burning with ice-blue flames.
Su Wanqing started sideways. She was not used to such intimate contact from the opposite sex.
She ignored the young man's fiery eyes that were slightly angry, and his dreamy black eyes that were like glass filled with stubbornness. She stretched out her hand and placed it on the young man's blood-stained pure white shirt.
"Why don't you answer my question?" The young man frowned slightly and lowered his head to look at his small white hands and his neatly manicured nails. They were natural and pure, beautiful pieces, warm and shiny white with a touch of tinge.
Fan, his voice couldn't help but become hoarse, "What are you doing?"
"If you don't want to take it off, I'll take it off for you." Su Wanqing's fair and tender cheeks had a hint of crimson, her teeth bit her thin lips, and there was a layer of blurry mist in her dreamy black pupils.
So shy, yet so stubborn.
The young man seemed to be attracted by such a strange charm. All the hostility in his body dissipated, and he gradually became quiet. The corners of his lips raised unconsciously, and he faintly said one word: "Okay."