By chance, the drops fell on Tang Qianrong's wound. The salt in the tears was very irritating to the wound, and Tang Qianrong's face turned pale in pain for a moment.
An Jingxing hurriedly moved his head away, but seeing the man's expression of gritting his teeth and holding back, he couldn't help but burst into laughter and quickly took a cotton swab to clean his wound.
"Didn't you say it doesn't hurt? Why are your hands shaking if it doesn't hurt?" An Jingxing's hand was very gentle, but he could still feel the slight trembling of the man's palm.
"..." Tang Qianrong was speechless, because the pain in his palm was enough for him. After all, the wound involved muscles, bones and blood vessels, and the feeling of disinfection was really uncomfortable.
Not hearing Tang Qianrong's answer, An Jingxing also calmed down and carefully cleaned Tang Qianrong's wound. She used gauze to bandage his wound intact according to the technique she learned from the nurse during the day.
Just when Tang Qianrong thought she had done everything, An Jingxing did not let go of his hand and held it tightly in his two plain white palms.
For a long time, she lowered her head and said softly.
"Tang Qianrong, if something happens to your hand, then I will be your hand in the future. If you can't hold the pen, I will hold it for you." An Jingxing's voice was not loud, but he was full of stubbornness.
persistence.
Tang Qianrong knew that she was not joking. This was a lifelong agreement for An Jingxing.
But he still couldn't bear to let his beloved woman bear such a heavy sense of guilt. It was precisely because he knew this little woman's stubbornness and persistence that he told Li Chengxian at the beginning that he was not allowed to tell her about his injury.
But, in the end, I couldn’t hide it.
"Are you sure... you want to be my right hand?" He took the solemn little woman next to him into his arms and let her sit sideways on his lap, with her little head leaning against his chest, while he patted her with his left hand.
He touched her back and said something.
An Jingxing nodded hard against his chest and said nothing, but he could clearly feel how hard she was moving at this moment.
With the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, Tang Qianrong deliberately lowered his voice and said, "But I'm afraid it will be very hard for you."
"I'm not afraid of hard work. This is what I should do." An Jingxing said without thinking.
Tang Qianrong's smile deepened, and he reached out and put his left hand around her body, holding her little hand. Suddenly he lowered his head, leaned against her ear, and blew softly: "Then I can't move my right hand now, can you do the same?
Do you want to do what my right hand should do for me?"
For some reason, when An Jingxing heard Tang Qianrong say this, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere around her had become a little different, but she still didn't realize that she was falling into Tang Qianrong's language trap bit by bit.
"certainly!"
"Then my right hand lady, can you help me solve an important personal problem first?" Tang Qianrong was still close to her ear, whispering in a tone that sounded like love words, but the words he blurted out were very formal.
An Jingxing frowned. This time, she really felt that something... was wrong with this man!
Whenever she heard him speak in this tone, it seemed like... the result was...
Sure enough, before An Jingxing could answer him, she felt the man's left hand grasping her little hand and moving down his body little by little...
