Large blood flowers bloomed on his pure white cuffs!
Some of them had solidified into patches of poppy-like color. The color of blood was even more dazzling on the snow-white clothes. And that hand, because of his actions just now, was bleeding out again, so it was simply wrapped with a cloth.
Two laps.
The snow-white cloth had already been soaked with blood, turning it deep red.
Even her shoulders, where he had just grabbed her, left dark marks.
"Xueyi, you are injured!" Ling Xiyue's heart skipped a beat, she stared at his hand and cursed in a low voice, "Why don't you deal with it?" xdw8
Anxian was busy with his messy thoughts, but he didn't notice Xue Yi's condition at all. No wonder his face was so pale, his breath was disordered, and he was a little unsteady on his feet. It was obvious that he had lost too much blood.
And looking at it, it definitely wasn't done, and I just found a piece of cloth to cover it temporarily.
"Nothing, just a little injury." Nalan Xueyi put her hands into her sleeves, and her thick eyelashes drooped to cover the dark color in her eyes.
After returning to Piaoxue Building, Nalan Xueyi had been restless, so much so that when he was cutting a letter, he cut his palm with a paper knife. He had been worried about Ling Xiyue and had no time to deal with it, so he just dealt with it casually.
For a moment.
He exerted force just now, and the already fragile wound began to bleed again.
Ling Xiyue was immediately furious. She didn't care to say anything else at this time. She took his arm and took him to the desk. She pushed him down on the chair and sat down with a pretty face that looked cold.
Like ice, "Where's the healing potion."
How old are you? Can you stop being so angry? You are still a doctor. Don’t you know that too much blood loss can lead to death?
If there really was something wrong with him, wouldn't it be that she killed him?
Why shouldn't the Snow Clan fight for her?
Looking at Ling Xiyue's obviously angry expression, Nalan Xueyi did not dare to say anything more. She pressed her pale lips tightly and glanced at the wooden frame next to her, but a touch of warmth arose in her heart.
Does Xiyue care about him?
She also cares about him, right?
Even if it's just a little bit, even if it's only one or two hundredths of Bei Chenyan's, he'll be very happy.
As time goes by, bit by bit, he really doesn't expect anything else, just that she cares about him a little bit.
Ling Xiyue walked over in a few steps, took out the medicine box there, returned to Nalan Xueyi, and neatly took out the linen, gold sore medicine, etc., and took a look at the simple emergency items in the medicine box. She
He turned sideways, stretched his head outwards and called out loudly, "Here comes someone."
"Little Lord."
A maid immediately came in respectfully.
Ling Xiyue ordered, "Go and prepare a pot of strong wine, a basin of warm water, and several long cotton towels..."
Looking at Ling Xiyue's serious and solemn look, the corners of Nalan Xueyi's pale mouth gently raised a warm arc, which was slightly invisible, but the joy in his heart could be seen.
If this injury could get her to care for a moment, he really wanted to never heal.
He didn't even know when he had become like this, worrying about gains and losses, panicking, and no longer the calm-hearted person he was.
Probably because he stole all of this...
Ling Xiyue sat back next to Nalan Xueyi, "I'll untie it for you and process the medicine again."
"Yes." Nalan Xueyi responded softly. Those pupils seemed to contain the light of billions of stars, slowly gathering into a nebula and flowing, the light shimmered and fell on the woman in front of him.