The mute slave took his hand back, put it behind his back, smiled at Feng Jiuer, and pointed to the breakfast on the stone table.
Feng Jiuer once again took his wrist and pulled him to sit on the stone bench aside.
She went back to the room to get the medicine box, and when she came back, she sat next to him and took off the messy gauze for him.
The moment the gauze was removed and the wound was exposed, Feng Jiuer almost wanted to slap herself to death! "I bit it, didn't I?"
She really didn't expect that she would bite him like this! The criss-crossing teeth marks penetrated deep into the flesh with every bite, and every bite was bloody! Although the bleeding has stopped now, the wound looks so fleshy and fleshy, it is not difficult to
Imagine how much pain he felt when I bit him last night! The mute slave shook his head, with a smile still on his face. This face looked like it had become scarred after decay. It was obviously ugly, but at this moment,
I thought his shy smile was so pretty.
The most beautiful thing is the eyes of the mute slave. They are clearly a pair of eyes belonging to the aristocracy, so clear and noble! Feng Jiuer felt sad, why did the mute slave have to suffer all this?
Why did he become a mute slave?
Why is there poison in his body, and who is harming him?
However, even though he has encountered so much pain and disaster, he can still face every day with a smile.
Every day, as long as she said a few words to him or smiled at him, he seemed to be content.
Seeing her staring at his wound, the mute slave looked disappointed and wanted to withdraw her hand, but Feng Jiuer didn't allow it.
"Your injury was not properly treated with medicine. If not treated properly, it will leave a terrible scar."
Feng Jiu'er rolled up his sleeves for him. He also had injuries on the back of his hands. Otherwise, Feng Jiu'er wouldn't have known that his entire arm was covered with wounds.
When I was cleaning his wounds again, I could still feel the muscles on the mute slave's body being slightly stiff and tight.
He knew it hurt, but he never wanted to moan.
"It hurts, doesn't it?
I'll be gentler, don't panic."
Feng Jiuer's movements were not only gentle, but every time she gave him the medicine, she would come closer and blow on it gently.
Some people say that blowing on it does not actually relieve the pain, but in fact, she has done similar experiments before.
After blowing on it, the patient can really feel the pain reduced, not only physically, but also psychologically.
Sometimes, psychological suggestion can actually cause changes in body functions.
As expected, the mute slave's frowning brows relaxed slightly, and the muscles on his body were no longer so tense.
"Mute slave, have you ever thought about the future?"
Distraction therapy is also a method that allows the injured person to focus on other places, so that the pain can be slightly reduced.
Feng Jiuer actually felt really guilty now. This mute slave was really stupid.
The mute slave shook his head and looked at her with a confused look. After a moment, his eyes darkened and he was obviously a little disappointed.
"Don't think so wildly, I don't want to drive you away."
Jiuer could see through his thoughts at a glance and hurriedly explained: "But everyone should have their own pursuits. What kind of life do you like?
This is also a pursuit.”
The mute slave thought for a moment, then pointed at the snacks on the stone table with his uninjured finger, and then pointed at her.
Feng Jiuer let out a sigh of relief, feeling helpless: "Who wants to be a servant for the rest of his life? You don't want to serve others for the rest of your life, right?"
Unexpectedly, the mute slave actually looked at her and nodded seriously.
Feng Jiuer was speechless and couldn't even answer the question.
He is not servile, he just wants to be by his side.
But Feng Jiuer didn't feel that there was anything about her that was worthy of him following her wholeheartedly.
He followed him to Tianji Hall and didn't even ask about his treatment.
Of course, Jiu'er brought him here and did not treat him as a servant, but the mute slave was already used to serving her, and this habit seemed to him to be a pleasant thing.
The mute slave just stared at her and said nothing.
Feng Jiuer re-bandaged the wound on his arm, and then packed the medicine box and said: "If you like to stay with me, then stay here, as long as you want, but..." She lowered her head
Her eyes fell on his arms.
Now that the sleeves have been pulled back, the gauze wrapped around the arm has been blocked, leaving only the back of the hand.
But the injury was bandaged by Feng Jiuer herself. She knew how terrible the injury was.
"Can't we do this again?
Otherwise, I will die of guilt!"
The mute slave shook his head, took her hand, and pulled her to sit down at the stone table. He immediately served her porridge.
Feng Jiuer didn't want him to do anything, but he was still unwilling and insisted on taking care of her himself.
This guy has not agreed to what I just said to him. It seems that even if he agrees, he will still make the same choice if this kind of thing happens in the future.
How could she be so virtuous and capable, and how could she meet someone who was so kind to her?
"Mute slave, as long as I am here from now on, no one will bully you again, unless I am bullied too."
"..." After being stunned for a moment, he actually smiled.
The way you smile is really beautiful. Even if your face is ruined, it will still look beautiful.
Feng Jiuer held his uninjured hand, pulled him to her side and sat down: "Eat with me."
The mute slave was about to stand up, but Jiu'er said: "You will eat with me from now on, otherwise, I won't eat either."
Seeing that he didn't speak, she put down her chopsticks.
The mute slave frowned and looked at the bowl of porridge. If he didn't eat it, the porridge would get cold.
"If you want me to eat, then bring me another bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and we can eat together. Otherwise, I won't eat."
"Uh..." The mute slave wanted to say something, but unfortunately, the words couldn't come out.
Feng Jiuer stared and muttered: "I won't eat it!"
The mute slave was anxious, but he also knew the young lady's temper.
If he doesn't obey her, she really won't eat if she says she won't eat, and she will definitely keep her word.
Finally, the mute slave went to the dining room, got the bowls and chopsticks, and sat down next to her again.
Feng Jiuer personally served him a bowl of porridge and watched him take a sip before she lowered her head and started drinking.
"Don't stop. If you stop, I will stop too. If you don't believe me, try it."
"Have a bigger bite. You are so tall, so you must eat a lot. You take two bites of snacks, and I take one. If you only take one, I won't eat."
"Look, take another bite, or I won't eat..." "..." Under the sun, the two figures sat next to each other. The wind blew and rolled up their clothes and hair.
The shadow looks so beautiful when viewed from behind.
Seeing the shadows of the two people falling on the ground, almost overlapping each other, the light in the dumb slave's eyes was even more beautiful than the surrounding scenery...
