Shen Yi followed Ye Wanwan's line of sight and couldn't clearly see the condition of her calf, but judging from Ye Wanwan's reaction, it should have been scratched. Shen Yi frowned subconsciously.
"Stop picking it." Shen Yi stretched out his hand to pull Ye Wanwan out.
Because she was picking roses, Ye Wanwan's hands inevitably got some dew and mud on them. Looking at Shen Yi's clean and well-jointed hands, she hesitated and decided not to harm Shen Yi.
Ye Wanwan did not hold Shen Yi's hand, but carefully walked out from the flowers.
But Ye Wanwan was still caught by the thorns of a bunch of flowers on the edge of her skirt, and even her calf was scratched by the thorns.
"Hiss!" Ye Wanwan couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air, frowned, and stopped in place.
Shen Yi was helpless. He took two steps forward, bent down to help Ye Wanwan remove the hooked skirt, then directly took Ye Wanwan's hand and led her out, seemingly not caring about her hand at all. dust on.
Ye Wanwan was held by Shen Yi's hand, and her heart was beating loudly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.
She lowered her head, her eyes uncontrollably filled with warmth.
That's it. In her previous life, she indulged in the love and care Shen Yi gave her and gave herself to him wholeheartedly.
Then she gradually became dissatisfied and asked for more and more. As long as Shen Yi failed to satisfy her, she started to make trouble.
At first, Shen Yi would still stick to her, but gradually, Shen Yi seemed to be tired and just let her fool around.
The colder Shen Yi became, the crazier she became, and finally reached the point of being out of control.
Shen Yi loved her, but Shen Yi's love failed to meet her expectations. In the subsequent quarrels, Shen Yi was tired, and they were both tired.
Back in the villa, Shen Yi handed over all the roses picked by Ye Wanwan to the servants, then squatted down and looked at her calf. Although it was only a slight scratch, tiny drops of blood came out. It still makes people feel a little uncomfortable looking at it.
"Don't go there next time, just let the florist do it." Shen Yi frowned and said sternly.
"Oh." Ye Wanwan nodded obediently like a child who made a mistake.
Seeing Ye Wanwan's obedient look, Shen Yi felt helpless again, and softened his tone slightly, "Let the florist clean it up tomorrow, and then you can go there. There won't be so many thorns."
Then Shen Yi asked the servant to get the medical kit, and Ye Wanwan whispered, "I just scratched it lightly, it's okay."
Shen Yi ignored her and waited for the servant to bring over the spare medical kit from home before starting to disinfect Ye Wanwan.
The disinfectant stung slightly when it touched the wound. Ye Wanwan subconsciously shrank her feet. Shen Yi raised his head and looked up at Ye Wanwan.
Ye Wanwan pursed her lips and stretched out her feet. Shen Yi lowered his head and continued to disinfect her.
After the disinfection was completed, Shen Yi packed up the medical box and asked the servant to take it back and put it away.
"I'm a little tired. Let's go upstairs and take a shower." Shen Yi has been busy for several days and is really tired now. She just wants to take a shower and have a good sleep.
"Yeah, go ahead." Ye Wanwan nodded quickly.
Shen Yi turned around and prepared to go upstairs, but just after taking two steps, he was stopped by Ye Wanwan again.
Shen Yi turned around and looked at Ye Wanwan, "What's wrong?"