243 The only one who feels pity is this woman by my side
Looking at the woman, she didn't seem to like the ginger soup very much, so he didn't force it. After all, he didn't like the taste either.
After the man finished speaking, he stood up from the sofa and planned to go out and buy some cold medicine.
However, he was stopped by the woman beside him calling: "Uncle!"
Leng Xuanhan lowered his head and looked at the woman beside him, and responded lightly. "Well! What's wrong?"
Tian Lingxin raised her head and looked at the man who stood up. She turned her gaze slightly and glanced at the back of his hand that was burned red. "You, can't you really feel no pain?"
Hey!
Leng Xuanhan was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that he didn't understand the meaning of her words for a moment.
After saying that, Tian Lingxin looked up at him again and saw that he didn't respond.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed, his starry eyes glanced, and his plain hand stretched out, immediately grabbing the man's big paw.
A slightly cool touch came. Before Leng Xuanhan could look down, the back of his hand, which was a bit hot, suddenly felt a pain.
His handsome eyebrows frowned for a moment, and he lowered his head and looked at the woman beside him.
I saw that the woman was holding his hand with one hand, and the other hand was "cruelly" poking the wound on the back of his hand that was burned red.
What is this woman doing?
"What now? Still don't feel the pain?" Tian Lingxin frowned and looked up at Leng Xuanhan, who was looking down at her, and asked in a calm voice.
However, when Leng Xuanhan heard this, he was suddenly speechless.
"What did you say!"
Did this woman treat him like a piece of wood? Or a stone man? How could it not hurt when he was poked like this?
"Then why are you still acting as if nothing happened? Don't you know that this burn will easily cause blisters if not treated?"
After saying that, Tian Lingxin let go of the hand poking his wound and stood up from the sofa, "Wait a minute, I have a burn plaster in my bag. I'll get it and rub it on you."
With that said, Xu Ran passed him and walked towards the bedroom.
Leng Xuanhan looked at the figure walking towards the bedroom, the dark light in his black eyes flickering for a moment, but when his eyes glanced at the bowl of ginger soup on the table, he could only sigh secretly.
The tall body sat back on the sofa again, took the remote control on the table, and changed the channel in a bored manner.
"This ointment is very effective for burns. After using it, the burnt area will feel cool and there will be no scars in the future."
Tian Lingxin walked over from the bedroom, holding a white ointment and cotton swab in her hand. As she spoke, she sat down next to Leng Xuanhan.
What are the scars on this man's body? That's what he calls a man. Leng Xuanhan has a lot of scars on his body during this long-term military training. He really didn't pay attention to the burn on his hand.
However, hearing the slight hint of concern in this woman's tone, her heart felt a little warm, and a touch of softness could not help but appear in the depths of her deep eyes.
No matter how serious the injury is, a man can grit his teeth and get through it without changing his face, but when faced with the concern of his woman, his calm heart still can't help but shake.
In fact, Leng Xuanhan is definitely a cold-hearted man. In the past twenty-nine years, he has met thousands of women, but none of them can make his heart beat.
The only thing that could make him feel a little pity was the woman next to him.