317. Chapter 317 Dogs and men and women eye-eyed 9
Jiang Weiwei whispered in his ear, outlining the scene of being together when they were children, "Listen to the sound of the waves outside and the sound of the whistle. The fishing boat is coming back soon..."
"..."
Xiang Yutian stabilized his emotions, but his body was still dominated by Moka, and he shrank in pain...
But he didn't choose to roll around anymore, and instead shrank into her arms.
His head rested on her lap, his face buried in her arms, his wet short hair soaking her clothes...
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By the fifth hour, Xiang Yutian fell asleep deeply in Jiang Weiwei's arms.
Jiang Weiwei struggled to lift Xiang Yutian up, carefully helped him to the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him.
His complexion was still very bad.
But at least, he survived this time, and the pain like being bitten by ten thousand snakes will never happen again.
She would never let that woman Mu Yao get close to him again.
Jiang Weiwei stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from Xiang Yutian's face, and stood by the bed and pulled up his sleeves.
Both of her arms were scratched to pieces by Xiang Yutian.
There are also a few bites Xiang Yutian took when he was unconscious...
If not treated, many ugly scars will be left...
Jiang Weiwei glanced at Xiang Yutian's face, turned around and left silently.
When she walked back to the front desk in this state, the two men at the front desk were dumbfounded. They took out a medical kit and said, "Beauty, please use it... Did you come out of the beast's den?"
It actually damaged this virtue.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei glanced at the two front desk assistants coldly, picked up the medical kit and walked into the lounge nearby.
She sat on the sofa and began to treat her own wounds.
She used a cotton ball with a clip to dip the blood stains on her arm to disinfect it, then bit one end of the gauze with her teeth, and wrapped the gauze around her arm.
When the lounge door was pushed open, Jiang Weiwei had just finished taking care of one arm.
The gauze is wrapped from the wrist to the elbow joint.
She glanced sideways at the door.
I saw Mu Yao walking in arrogantly behind An Cheng, his sweet-featured face full of provocation, with the words "BOSS is on my side" written on it.
Anjo wore a light gray thin sweater with a V-neck that outlined the shape of his collarbone.
It was a gentle and elegant face, with eyes like glass, beautiful but lifeless, looking straight ahead without any distance, and exuding an aura of asceticism from all over the body.
"Where does the smell of blood come from?"
Ancheng frowned as soon as he walked in and asked worriedly, "Yeiyi, are you injured?"
Before Jiang Weiwei had time to speak, Mu Yao rushed to say, "How could it be possible? How could AN's long-legged goddess be injured? It couldn't have been caused by the fight with Mr. Xiang in the detention room, right?"
"..."
Anjo's face looked a little ugly.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."
Jiang Weiwei glanced at her coldly, lowered his head and continued to treat his other arm, enduring the pain of the wound.
These little scratches on hers are nothing compared to the five hours of Makka medicine Xiang Yutian endured...
"Are you okay?"
Ancheng followed the voice and looked in Jiang's only direction. His voice was soft and had the warmth of the sun.
"It's okay." Jiang Weiwei wrapped the gauze and used his teeth and hands to help each other to complete the bandage. "From today on, I will guard Xiang Yutian." Jiang Weiwei whispered in his ear, outlining the scene of them being together when they were children, "You
Listen to the sound of waves and whistles outside, the fishing boat is coming back soon..."
"..."
Xiang Yutian stabilized his emotions, but his body was still dominated by Moka, and he shrank in pain...
But he didn't choose to roll around anymore, and instead shrank into her arms.
His head rested on her lap, his face buried in her arms, his wet short hair soaking her clothes...
———☆————☆————☆————☆————
———☆————☆————☆————☆————
By the fifth hour, Xiang Yutian fell asleep deeply in Jiang Weiwei's arms.
Jiang Weiwei struggled to lift Xiang Yutian up, carefully helped him to the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him.
His complexion was still very bad.
But at least, he survived this time, and the pain like being bitten by ten thousand snakes will never happen again.
She would never let that woman Mu Yao get close to him again.
Jiang Weiwei stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from Xiang Yutian's face, and stood by the bed and pulled up his sleeves.
Both of her arms were scratched to pieces by Xiang Yutian.
There are also a few bites Xiang Yutian took when he was unconscious...
If not treated, many ugly scars will be left...
Jiang Weiwei glanced at Xiang Yutian's face, turned around and left silently.
When she walked back to the front desk in this state, the two men at the front desk were dumbfounded. They took out a medical kit and said, "Beauty, please use it... Did you come out of the beast's den?"
It actually damaged this virtue.
"..."
Jiang Weiwei glanced at the two front desk assistants coldly, picked up the medical kit and walked into the lounge nearby.
She sat on the sofa and began to treat her own wounds.
She used a cotton ball with a clip to dip the blood stains on her arm to disinfect it, then bit one end of the gauze with her teeth, and wrapped the gauze around her arm.
When the lounge door was pushed open, Jiang Weiwei had just finished taking care of one arm.
The gauze is wrapped from the wrist to the elbow joint.
She glanced sideways at the door.
I saw Mu Yao walking in arrogantly behind An Cheng, his sweet-featured face full of provocation, with the words "BOSS is on my side" written on it.
Anjo wore a light gray thin sweater with a V-neck that outlined the shape of his collarbone.
It was a gentle and elegant face, with eyes like glass, beautiful but lifeless, looking straight ahead without any distance, and exuding an aura of asceticism from all over the body.
"Where does the smell of blood come from?"
Ancheng frowned as soon as he walked in and asked worriedly, "Yeiyi, are you injured?"
Before Jiang Weiwei had time to speak, Mu Yao rushed to say, "How could it be possible? How could AN's long-legged goddess be injured? It couldn't have been caused by the fight with Mr. Xiang in the detention room, right?"
"..."
Anjo's face looked a little ugly.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."
Jiang Weiwei glanced at her coldly, lowered his head and continued to treat his other arm, enduring the pain of the wound.
These little scratches on hers are nothing compared to the five hours of Makka medicine Xiang Yutian endured...
"Are you okay?"
Ancheng followed the voice and looked in Jiang's only direction. His voice was soft and had the warmth of the sun.
"It's okay." Jiang Weiwei wrapped the gauze and bandaged it with the help of his teeth and hands, "From today on, I will guard Xiang Yutian."