It's just that once people are sick or injured, they will become weak inexplicably. Thinking that Zhishan has been by his side from the first day, Hua Weiluo's pair of slender arms couldn't help but wrap tightly around Zhishan's slender neck.
, rubbed his head on his shoulder, and said quite emotionally: "Junior brother... I think it's great to have you by my side..."
There was silence in the air.
After a moment, the voice of perfection and elegance, like a cello, sounded low in her ears: "The flowers have not yet fallen, I feel honored that you think so, but can you relax your arms a little... I am about to be strangled by you.
I can't breathe..."
…
So embarrassing...
Hua Weiluo quickly loosened his arms a little, then raised his head to look at Zhishan. His fair ears were slightly red, but his steps were not messy.
"I'm sorry, little junior brother... I've made your ears turn red..." Hua Weiluo quickly reached out and patted his shoulder. While helping him calm down, he asked cautiously: "Do you feel good?
Can you still breathe a little??"
"..." Zhishan didn't answer her, but the base of his ears turned visibly redder.
Seeing Luo Yu Pavilion approaching, Hua Weiluo finally breathed a sigh of relief. The sadness in his heart just now disappeared without a trace.
"We're here." Zhishan carried Hua Weiluo into the house, carefully placed her on the bed, then turned around, looked at her ankles with a pair of deep eyes, thought for a moment, lifted up the Taoist robe, and gently
Squatting down lightly, holding the ankle of her left foot with one hand, she raised her head slightly and asked softly: "Is this sprained foot?"
"No, it's the right foot." Hua Weiluo shook her head and looked at Zhishan squatting in front of him, lowering his head slightly to check her injury. His long eyelashes were slightly drooped, the bridge of his nose was straight, and the corners of his lips were pursed.
Looking at the redness and swelling on her ankle with a pair of delicate eyebrows, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed and said: "Well...it's okay. I'll just rest for two days and be fine."
"There's nothing wrong with the bones. It's probably just a sprained tendon." Zhishan's slender white fingers gently pinched her ankle, and he had already detected the injury.
"That's even better." Hua Weiluo said with a grin.
"But if you don't take a good rest, you will be limping when you walk in the future." Zhishan raised his head, looked at her seriously with a pair of deep eyes, opened his thin lips and said, "I have a hospital here that specializes in treating bruises and injuries.
If you apply the medicine and rest for two days, you will get better faster."
"Is it so serious..." Hua Weiluo was frightened by the serious expression on his face, and quickly stretched out a slender hand towards him and said: "Then quickly bring the medicine."
Zhishan glanced lightly, did not answer, but began to take off her short boots.
"You...what are you doing..." Hua Weiluo subconsciously wanted to retract her feet, but someone's hand firmly grasped the upper part of her ankle, preventing her from moving.
Zhishan took off her short boots neatly, and then removed her socks. Her white and delicate feet were exposed to the air, and her small, shell-like nails were neatly embedded on her toes, like plump nails.
Little Pearl, there was obvious redness and swelling on her ankles, which looked shocking against her fair, delicate and crystal clear skin.
