Song Qiao looked at her palm. The wound had been properly treated and wrapped in gauze. She pursed her lips and didn't know what to say. Suddenly she saw Gu Jingting lifting the hem of her skirt.
"What are you doing?" She reflexively stretched out her hand to hold down the hem of her skirt.
Gu Jingting looked at Song Qiao's flushed face, silently moved her hand away, and said calmly, "I'll take a look at your knees to confirm the situation."
As he spoke, he had already piled his skirt up to his knees.
There were a few blood stains on the fair skin. The wounds were not big, but Song Qiao's skin was so delicate that it looked ferocious.
"It seems that your own feeling is not very accurate." Gu Jingting picked up the cotton swab and continued to treat her wound.
Song Qiao was silent. As time passed, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to become a little ambiguous.
She didn't know where to direct her gaze. She glanced left and right, always feeling it was inappropriate. But if she were asked to look at Gu Jingting, it would seem even weirder.
After struggling for a long time, Song Qiao had no choice but to fix her gaze not far behind Gu Jingting.
She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she suddenly realized something was wrong and her whole body became tense again.
Gu Jingting was too close. When he was treating Song Qiao's wounds, his warm breath sprayed on her skin, and immediately turned into countless densely packed small insects, burrowing into her skin and traveling along the flesh and blood to her limbs.
spread.
In an instant, various emotions such as embarrassment and confusion were like vines, tightly wrapping around Song Qiao's limbs.
She moved back, trying to avoid Gu Jingting's touch.
Just as he moved, his thigh was suddenly clasped by the man's calloused hands. His voice was low and unquestionable, "Don't move." #@$&
"Here, I can come by myself." Song Qiao said.
Gu Jingting lowered his head, his long eyelashes casting light shadows on his eye sockets, "Since I've already got my hands on it, there's no need for you to do it yourself."
The tone was cold and there were no distracting thoughts, but Song Qiao seemed to be coy.
Song Qiao wanted to say something more, but Gu Jingting raised his head, his eyes seeming to see through her innermost thoughts, "Or what are you afraid of?"
Song Qiao's heart skipped two beats. She looked away and whispered, "No."%&(&
After she finished speaking, she secretly prayed that Gu Jingting wouldn't say anything more overwhelming.
Maybe God heard her prayer, but Gu Jingting didn't say anything else. Instead, he grabbed Song Qiao's knee, disinfected and bandaged her, and finally turned to her neck.
"Take off the scarf," he said.
Just treating her knee made Song Qiao want to dig a crack in the ground to hide in. If it were her neck, she really couldn't guarantee how things would develop.
Song Qiao raised her hand to cover the silk scarf and said, "I'll do it by myself."
Gu Jingting stood up straight. Because he wanted to help her apply the medicine, his sleeves were half rolled up and two buttons on his collar were loosened. With an unruly look, he raised his lips and chuckled, and asked, "Are you sure you want to fight with me?"
"W-what do you mean?" Song Qiao felt a little uneasy for no reason.
"I'm just here to treat your wounds. I'll leave after I'm done." Gu Jingting said slowly and calmly, "If you insist on arguing with me over these unnecessary matters, I may stay here longer."
"At that time, if Mrs. An and the others get up to drink water or do other things, I can't guarantee that they won't think too much about it."
Song Qiao has deliberately kept a distance from him recently and has been questioned by Mrs. An for a long time.
If she saw Gu Jingting at home again, Song Qiao really couldn't imagine how she would explain it.
Thinking of the possible situations she might face later, Song Qiao had no time to worry about any embarrassing issues to avoid suspicion. She pulled off her silk scarf, gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll trouble you."
A smile quickly flashed across Gu Jingting's eyes.
He lowered his head to check Song Qiao's wounds. His eyes, which were relatively relaxed at first, suddenly darkened, and murderous intent flashed through them. Those people still taught him too lightly.
Compared to the scratch she had just suffered, the wound on Song Qiao's neck could be described as a bloody mess.
Since the cuts on the wine bottle were messy, when Song Qiao held the bottle against his neck, the wounds were messy. Some were deep, some were shallow, some were flesh and blood, and even mixed with glass fragments.
As Gu Jingting watched, the coldness in his body became more and more obvious.
Song Qiao was less than half an arm's length away from him, and she faced his emotional changes head-on. Even though she knew it was not directed at her, she still felt a little frightened.
"Gu, Gu Jingting, are you okay?" she said.
Gu Jingting was brought back to his senses by Song Qiao, and he said calmly, "It's okay."
He took a cotton swab to clean and disinfect Song Qiao's wound. However, the wound was so deep that there would inevitably be some pain. Song Qiao couldn't help it and gasped slightly.
"Did I hurt you?" Gu Jingting paused.
Song Qiao was really afraid that he would delay further, so he gritted his teeth and said, "No, you can continue."
Gu Jingting saw her insistent attitude and said, "I'll be gentle. If you feel pain, just tell me. You don't have to force it."
"Yeah." Song Qiao responded perfunctorily.
The two of them had different thoughts and did not notice any movement outside the living room.
Aunt An woke up from thirst. The food she cooked tonight was a bit salty. She didn't notice it when she went to sleep. Now she felt her mouth was very dry.
She walked to the living room in a daze and found that the light in Song Qiao's room was on. Then she thought that she seemed to be going out to talk about work today, so she wanted to ask her if everything went well.
Who knew, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Gu Jingting's voice.
Aunt An was overjoyed at first. Since he came to the house, it meant that the two of them were going to reconcile, and Song Qiao would not be distracted at home all day long.
When she heard the content of the conversation between the two, she was shocked.
This... are all young people nowadays progressing so fast? They were quarreling before, and now they have developed to this point?
Mrs. An felt that her cheeks were burning. She didn't dare to listen anymore and left as if running away.
It's really, really embarrassing.
Song Qiao and Gu Jingting had no idea that they had been misunderstood. After finally treating all the wounds, Song Qiao quickly stood up and distanced herself from Gu Jingting.
The woody fragrance that was lingering on the tip of his nose finally faded away, and Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
She stood in the corner and said to Gu Jingting, "Today...thank you. It's getting late, so you should go back and rest quickly."
Compared to Song Qiao's embarrassment, Gu Jingting felt much more at ease. He slowly packed up the trash, looked at Song Qiao's evasive look, and asked, "Isn't it a bit excessive to throw it away just after use?"
Of course Song Qiao knew, but she had already relaxed herself once and could not continue to indulge.
So he said coldly, "That's the kind of person I am. If there's nothing wrong with Mr. Gu, just leave as soon as possible."
The ejection order was given clearly.
Gu Jingting stood with his backlight, his expression completely hidden in the shadows, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
