Presidential Palace, residential area, Long Lifei's bedroom.
Ye Qingcheng lay on the bed, covering her head with the quilt, unwilling to let Xu Chengdong touch her wound.
Speaking of which, injuries in the past were very minor injuries to arms or legs. They could be treated casually and they would be fine in a few days.
This was the first time she suffered a gunshot wound. It was not because she was careless, but because there were so many people at the time and the situation was chaotic. She was anxious to resolve the matter before the special forces arrived, which gave the other party an opportunity.
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The bullet was taken out for her by the artist, some medicine was applied, and it was lightly removed with gauze.
She doesn't go to the hospital because she doesn't like doctors, and she doesn't like being touched by strangers. It's the same for men and women!
And from her point of view, this minor injury would be over with a little patience. Ye Jia never went to the hospital when he was injured before. Lin Qi just helped him get rid of it.
Xu Chengdong had no choice but to finally ask Long Lifei to come in and explained her situation in detail. No bones or muscles were injured, but the gunshot wound was not a minor injury and could be treated casually. The wound was not disinfected, which would easily lead to bacterial infection and aggravate the injury.
Long Lifei asked Xu Chengdong to leave the medicine box while the others went out to standby.
He walked to the bed and sat down, pulled down her quilt, and said in a low voice: "Aqing——"
Ye Qingcheng lay on the bed and said in a muffled voice: "I can just take a nap, no need to bother!"
"The wound needs to be disinfected, re-applied with medicine, and bandaged." Long Lifei patiently explained to her, with a rare tenderness in his tone: "Don't be willful, be obedient!"
Ye Qingcheng hummed in a low voice, unwilling to do so, as if he had suffered a great loss.
She was lying on her bed wearing a vest, and when the quilt was pulled down, she could see the wounds on her shoulders and the black shoulder straps!
Probably because he touched a wound, a piece of the black shoulder strap was dark black. He narrowed his eyes and said: "Take off your *!"
"No!" Ye Qingcheng quickly refused.
"It's not convenient to treat the wound this way!" Long Lifei said seriously. He was worried about her injury, and the bra would touch her wound too easily.
Ye Qingcheng turned his head and looked at him questioningly: "Long Lifei, are you trying to take advantage of me?"
Long Lifei: "..."
He even helped her wear the bra, and now he wants to take advantage?
"no!"
"I think so!" Ye Qingcheng snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You men are all the same. You say you are a gentleman, but in fact you just want to take advantage of women! Hypocrisy!"
"Both?" Long Lifei raised his eyebrows, catching an important message. Who else would treat her like this?
"Humph!" Ye Qingcheng faced the pillow and said nothing!
Long Lifei was silent for a long time. He opened the medical kit and took out the things needed to treat the wound. He said in a gentle voice, "Maybe you are right, but in my heart you are my sister, do you understand?"
He would not do anything despicable to his sister. In that case, let alone A Qing, even he would not be able to forgive himself!
Ye Qingcheng slowly looked back at him, with a hint of suspicion in his clear eyes: "Men have no desire for sisters anymore? Many men say that beautiful girls are sisters, but in their hearts they have probably torn up their sisters' clothes.
Already..."
Long Lifei: "..."
What on earth is going on in her mind?
"I'm different from them!"
"It's different. You are duplicitous. You say you don't want it, but your body is very honest!" Ye Qingcheng curled his lips, obviously meaning something.
She is 22 years old and is not an ignorant little girl who knows nothing.
Something flashed in Long Li Fei's black eyes. Ye Qingcheng didn't notice it, but he did feel a little embarrassed. He thought he had concealed it well, but he didn't expect that she still discovered it.
However, no matter how calm he is, no matter how righteous his words are, they cannot withstand the shame of reality.
Sitting by the side, eyes lowered, thin lips pursed tightly, and did not speak again for a long time.
Ye Qingcheng felt that he might have gone too far. He also had good intentions. He wanted to help him deal with his wounds because he cared about himself. How could he vent his bad emotions on him just because he didn't want to deal with his wounds?
Licking her lips, she pretended to be relaxed and said: "Take it off! Take it off! Anyway, I have seen you all before, so I have taken advantage of you."
Long Lifei: "..."
His eyes glanced at her helplessly, then fell on her wounds. After thinking for a moment, he still felt that her body was more important.
The fingers with clear bones lifted up her vest, and Bai Xi's snow-like skin was immediately exposed to the eyes. The black bra and Bai Xi's skin easily caused a visual impact. In addition, her body was slender, and her long black hair was scattered on her back.
It's somewhat tempting to hold a pipa and half-cover your face.
Probably because she made her words clear, she was somewhat embarrassed and embarrassed. Her fingertips carefully avoided touching her white Xiruxue skin. After untying her bra, she immediately covered her with the quilt and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Take off the shoulder strap.
He didn't realize it before, but now he knows that A-Qing is no longer the little girl she used to be.
Now she is a grown woman!
One end of the shoulder strap was separated from the bra, making it easier for her to remove the bra with her uninjured left hand. He used a cotton ball to wipe the blood that overflowed from the wound for her, and then disinfected it to avoid bacterial infection, which would be serious if it became infected.
Ye Qingcheng was usually very carefree, but when faced with Long Lifei and his own underwear, he was still a little shy and hid his bra under the quilt.
The disinfection was the most painful. She lay on the bed without saying a word or holding on to the bed sheet. She seemed very relaxed, but Long Lifei could feel the chills in her body and the tightness in her shoulders.
It's very stretched.
"If it hurts, don't hold it back." He said in a low voice. It didn't matter whether she screamed or scolded, he didn't mind.
At 22 years old, he is still a child in his eyes. It is understandable that he cannot bear the pain, let alone a gunshot wound, which even ordinary men cannot bear.
Ye Qingcheng was silent for a while before looking back at him. His face was pale without a trace of blood, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his breathing was short: "Long Lifei, after the wound is treated, can you give me a hug?"
Long Lifei's movements froze for a moment, and he raised his eyes to meet her clear eyes. They were so clear and dustless, and the sweat on his head was obviously painful but he didn't want to say a word. What a stubborn girl!
"Okay." She hadn't made such a request to herself for several years. When she heard this sentence again, she didn't know why she felt nostalgic.
And her tone inexplicably made him feel sour in his heart. How could he have the heart to refuse her request, which was not at all excessive?
Ye Qingcheng breathed a long sigh of relief, as if she had been given an analgesic. Her tense body began to relax, and her breathing gradually stabilized... In order to distract her attention from the pain of the wound, she spoke feebly:
"Long Lifei, if I die one day, will you think of me occasionally?"
She didn't dare to ask, "Will you miss me?" The next best thing she wanted to know was whether he would think of her occasionally!
His cold eyebrows tightened suddenly, and his voice was low and cold: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
How could she die!
Ye Qingcheng put his chin on the back of his left hand and did not look at his expression. He just said calmly: "Am I talking nonsense? You know best in your heart. With identities and professions like ours, we are destined to live on the edge of a knife every day. Every time we go out,
Tasks require the awareness of sacrifice at any time. Zhan Mo asked me, am I afraid of death? In fact, I don’t think I am afraid of death, but I am afraid that there will be nothing after death. People around you will forget you after being sad for a while.
, and the physical evidence that you lived in this world will disappear little by little over time until it is completely gone. In the end, no one in this world will remember that you ever existed, which is very sad."
Her neither sad nor happy voice made people feel inexplicably sentimental in the air filled with the smell of blood, and made his heart feel heavy even more.
"You won't die." He wouldn't let her die either.
"How is that possible?"
"I said it's possible!" As long as he doesn't send her on another dangerous mission and stays in the capital to take command, she won't be in danger or face death.
Ye Qingcheng heard the meaning of his words and turned to look at him: "You want to use your power for personal gain?"
Long Lifei asked back: "Why not?"
Ye Qingcheng smiled, his eyes narrowed into a line, unable to see his emotions clearly, and his thin lips curled slightly: "But even if it's not me, there will be others. Others also have family members, friends, and lovers. There will still be the same sadness, forgetfulness and
Sad! It might as well be me, at least I still have two brothers at home."
Long Lifei said nothing, but the force on his hand could not help but become a little heavier. Ye Qingcheng gasped in pain and turned back to glare at him: "It hurts——"
"Then don't talk nonsense!" He didn't like to see her like this. It wasn't exactly negative, but he couldn't feel her happiness.
In my memory, A-Qing has always been happy, and her happiness can infect the people around her.
Ye Qingcheng curled his lips and continued to lie down, facing him with the back of his head, slowly closing his eyes, and asked casually: "Long Lifei, how many women have you taken off their clothes?"
This question is a disguised question of how many women he has had.
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Young Master: Congratulations to Nini for becoming the 18th alliance leader ^_^ (I am deeply sorry that I cannot light a candle for Erdong.)
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