Before the situation got out of control, Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and pushed the man on her away.
Zhan Qingcheng lay down on his side and hugged the woman in his arms tightly.
The two people hugging each other were breathing heavily.
Looking up at the man's resolute chin and feeling his strong heartbeat, Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of air with his breath, and put her head on his chest again.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
There are a lot of things I want to say, but I don’t want to. When I open my mouth, I can’t say a word.
Zhan Qingcheng rubbed Feng Jiuer's little head, leaned over and kissed her head.
"Be patient. When we get married, I will want you again."
The man's voice was a bit hoarse and seemed more magnetic and sexy, making Feng Jiuer unconsciously intoxicated.
After a moment, the woman, surrounded by the man's hot breath, realized what the man holding her had said.
She frowned, pushed him, and left in his arms.
Feng Jiuer, who stood up, turned back and gave the man who sat up a white look.
"I...I have no patience, and I don't have any expectations. There is really...nothing."
Muttering her lower lip, Feng Jiuer turned around and stopped looking at the person on the bed.
So handsome, I can't help but pounce on him if I take one more look. It's better not to look at him.
"Come here, let me help you take care of your wounds. They are so injured and you are still thinking wildly."
Fortunately, his internal injuries were not serious, but there were still many large and small injuries on his body.
Thinking that a man who was always invincible and could not be approached by ordinary people still suffered a lot of injuries, Feng Jiuer could imagine the fierceness and ruthlessness on the battlefield at that time.
After arriving at the screen, Feng Jiuer was in a good mood when she saw the bath water prepared and the medicine box placed beside it.
Yu Jingfeng can always think of what she wants, and the assistant of Uncle Nine Emperors is really one of ten thousand.
When I looked back, I saw no one following me. Feng Jiuer stuck her head out from the screen.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, didn't I ask you to come over? I'll show you and treat the wound."
Zhan Qingcheng's tall body was sitting on the bed, which made the bed look particularly small.
This made everyone who saw it feel wronged by him.
But now we are in the camp, not the palace, so what can we do?
"Uncle Nine Emperors?" Facing the man's dark and unclear gaze, Feng Jiuer frowned lightly.
"Serve." Zhan Qingcheng's deep voice came over.
The person who was quite enthusiastic just now suddenly became indifferent, which was a bit hard to accept.
However, it seems that this is the real Nine Emperors Uncle. Just now, she just met a fake Nine Emperors Uncle.
"Oh." Feng Jiuer nodded helplessly, turned around, walked out of the screen, and walked towards the man on the bed.
Zhan Qingcheng sat on the bed and looked at the woman coming over, motionless.
As if she was used to being enslaved, Feng Jiuer untied his clothes.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, can you stand up? I can't take it off even if you sit down."
As soon as the woman's voice fell, Zhan Qingcheng frowned slightly, took a long step and stood up.
Seeing that the man who was the same height as herself suddenly became so much taller, Feng Jiuer, who was holding the man's collar, had no choice but to stand up on her toes.
It seemed that even if he stood up, she might not be able to help him undress and take off his belt easily.
After finally taking off his battle clothes, Feng Jiuer's mood suddenly dropped when he looked at the inner clothes stained with a lot of blood.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you are injured."
She knew he was injured. She said so because she saw a different wound than she expected.
There are holes everywhere in the suit, making it hard to see clearly. As it is now, Feng Jiuer can easily see it.
His back shoulder was seriously injured.
Moreover, judging from the blood stains on the clothes, the wound was at least two days ago.
Gently tearing apart Zhan Qingcheng's clothes, Feng Jiuer even breathed a little heavier.
"It's just a minor injury, it's okay." Zhan Qingcheng said softly, not wanting the little girl to worry.
With the entire scar displayed in front of her, Feng Jiuer closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Judging from the blood stains on both sides of the wound and on the clothes, the wound was torn several times and blood flowed out again and again.
"It's okay. I'll take care of it for you. It'll be fine soon." Feng Jiuer blinked and comforted.
Maybe, she was comforting herself.
It's okay, as long as he comes back, everything will be fine.
However, the more he acted as if nothing had happened, the more her heart ached.
God gave him the most perfect appearance, but how cruel was he to him?
For Uncle Nine Emperors, this is indeed just a minor injury, because he has many injuries like this.
When the man's most intimate clothes were left, Feng Jiuer took his hand and led him behind the screen.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiu'er looked up at Zhan Qingcheng and called softly, "I'll add some powder to the water first to disinfect your wound."
"When you enter the water, you will feel a little pain, but after disinfection, it will be fine. You will be fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer turned around and took out a bag of medicinal powder from the medicine box.
After weighing it, she poured some medicinal powder into the tub, rolled up her sleeves, leaned over and put a slender little arm in, stirring it inside.
After a while, Feng Jiuer stood up and helped Zhan Qingcheng.
"Okay, let's go in and try."
Zhan Qingcheng did not refuse and followed the little girl's strength to step into the tub.
Feng Jiuer gently pulled Zhan Qingcheng and asked him to sit down in the tub.
"Some of the wounds are stuck to the clothes. Soak them up and then take off the clothes. I promise it won't hurt you."
"Does this king seem to be afraid of pain?" Zhan Qingcheng looked at the woman in front of him and frowned slightly.
Feng Jiuer blinked her eyes and reluctantly raised the corners of her mouth.
"Of course Uncle Nine Emperors is not afraid of pain, but I will feel distressed."
The heartache was real, but in order not to make the atmosphere so heavy, Feng Jiuer could only pretend as if nothing had happened.
Hearing that the little girl felt sorry for him, Zhan Qingcheng's aura softened a lot.
Unexpectedly, the woman who had just taken the towel and turned around met his eyes and continued: "No matter what, you are my patient now."
"Seeing patients in pain definitely makes me feel bad."
After soaking the towel in water, he took it out and wring it dry. Feng Jiuer looked at the handsome but somewhat cold face in front of him.
Giving Zhan Qingcheng a smile, Feng Jiuer carefully wiped the stains on his face.
After carefully wiping the man's face and neck, Feng Jiuer took a horizontal bar wrapped in a soft cloth and placed it behind Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, come down." While speaking, she gently held the man's head.
Following Feng Jiuer's strength, Zhan Qingcheng gradually leaned back.
Feng Jiuer pulled up his long hair and placed it behind the crossbar.
"Squint your eyes and relax. I'm going to wash your hair. Enjoy it."
