Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, I could never harden my heart. I sighed secretly, and then calmly said as if nothing had happened: "It's very dirty."
Uh, Xiahou Huan'er choked up.
"My face is just dirty."
She finally came to her senses this time, grabbed his wrist, and asked excitedly: "It's just that the face is dirty, not disfigured?"
I really don’t understand, is a woman really so afraid of being disfigured? Looking at her just now, it seemed like the sky was falling.
Without saying a word, he took out his hand and turned her face to the river, letting her see for herself.
The blood on her face had been wiped clean, and it was reflected on the river. Except for the wound on her forehead, her face was still delicate and beautiful, with no flaws. She reached out and touched it. Fortunately, it was still smooth and without scars.
She turned around angrily and glared at the expressionless Dongfang Xing: "You did it on purpose."
You can joke about everything, but you can't joke about her beautiful face. She can have no moral integrity, but she can't accept her disfigurement.
Arrogance is her personality, and beauty is her nature.
Yes, he did it on purpose.
He neither denies nor admits it, which is tantamount to acquiescence.
Xiahou Huan'er couldn't get angry, so she clenched her fist and hit him on the body. Unexpectedly, it affected the wound on her body, and the pain immediately made her grin.
Dongfang Xing's face suddenly darkened, he grabbed her fist and asked anxiously: "Where are you injured?"
She gasped: "I have a headache."
Such a big wound is on it, so it's strange that it doesn't hurt.
Dongfang Xing pushed the hair away from her forehead and placed her palm on it. A catkin immediately grabbed his hand and stared at him firmly: "You promised me."
He regretted that he agreed so readily and no longer used his healing ability to help her heal her wounds: "The wounds must be treated."
Although Xiahou Huan'er's body is weak, she is too stubborn to give in: "You are the zombie king, and you can't break your promise."
In a place like this, there is danger at any time, and she cannot expose his weakness.
Dongfang Xing was a little annoyed.
Xiahou Huan'er reached out and stroked his tight, unhappy handsome face, and smiled: "You can bandage it briefly for me, and then take me to the hospital."
"I really want to squeeze you to death." Mr. Xing was a little impetuous and glared at her fiercely.
The little girl smiled even more happily.
Dongfang Xing sent out a communication signal, tore some rags from her clothes, and helped her bandage the wound, seeing her frowning.
He asked with a sinister look on his face: "Where else does it hurt?"
A blush suddenly appeared on Xia Hou Huan'er's pale face, and her eyes flashed: "Except for the flesh wounds on her hands and feet, they should be gone."
"Really?" It's just hands and feet. Why is she shy?
Mr. Xing didn't believe it at all, but he calmly opened her sleeves and trousers. Sure enough, there were a lot of scratch marks on them, and blood oozed out. On the snow-white skin, it was a bit shocking, and Mr. Xing's heart suddenly jumped.
It felt like I was being pricked with a needle, and I used a little strength in my hand.
"Hey, Mr. Xing, please be gentle, it will hurt." Seeing him treating her wounds in an obscure way, she cursed, this guy must be retaliating for her ridicule just now, so he used so much force, trying to hurt her to death.
What.
"Who taught you how to drive?" Thinking of the life-threatening scene just now, he couldn't calm down. He almost thought that she was dead. If she really...he didn't dare to imagine, he didn't even dare to think about it.
