Although it was just a few words, it made my heart feel cold and tangled like soreness, even breathing was superfluous, and my lips kept trembling. I silently walked to a place not far from him and lost my senses. Sit down and look at him from time to time.
The cold wind gusted and froze my already cold heart for a few minutes. After all, I couldn't help it. I stood up lightly, put my footsteps down as much as possible, and crept close to him.
Looking at the sleeping face, I suddenly felt a trace of warmth slowly seeping into my heart.
I slowly put my finger under my nose, breathing smoothly, and it seemed that I was really asleep.
Shifting his gaze slightly down, what came into his eyes was a horrible mass of scarlet, his heart tingling like a needle, it turned out that he was so tired that he had no time to treat the wound.
I looked up again vigilantly and looked at his eyes. Seeing that there was no movement, I suddenly sighed in relief.
I tried my best to put my hand on his body and fumbled for a while, and finally found what I wanted. When I was reaching out to take it, his small turning motion scared me into a cold sweat. Retracted at a speed almost faster than lightning.
When he calmed down, I sighed deeply. It turned out that he was just turning over. I thought he was awake.
This time I went to the medicine bottle smoothly. Thanks to him turning over, it is easy to apply medicine in this posture. I was ecstatic.
Slowly uncover the clothing covering him. Just halfway through, he can't go on anymore. Oh, it must be stuck. What can I do
If he is forced, what can he do when he wakes up? What if he dies like this? I frowned tightly, looked at his face, then at the wound, and hesitated for a while.
"If you want to take the medicine, hurry up! It makes people unable to rest!" a voice complained dissatisfied.
"You—" I stared at the man with opened eyes in front of me dumbfounded.
"Isn't it going to take medicine? The action is dragging, like it hurts me! I don't know who was hurt so badly?" He looked at me fiercely.
I couldn't speak, my breathing slowly became faster, and my movements were gentle and slow.
"Are you stupid? If you do this, my blood will run out before tomorrow." He scolded sharply.
This violent voice made my hands tremble, and even my clothes were torn off. I was shocked and said quickly: "I—not on purpose."
He hasn't loosened his brows for a long time, and it seems that the one just made him really hurt.
"What are you doing in a daze? No medicine yet?"
I picked up the medicine bottle with a trembling trembling, dug a small ball of ointment with my index finger, and gently applied it to his wound, my fingers still trembling indiscreetly.
"You want to poke me to death!"
I found out now, how could he suffer from my heavy and light technique this time.
I tried to calm my fingers, so I didn't know how long it took to finish the medicine.
He closed his eyes tightly and did not speak. I slowly put the medicine bottle beside him, because I was afraid that he would scold me again and affect the wound, so I slowly got up and left.
I took a deep breath, which can make me feel better.
Slightly raised my head, a round of lonely moon, my heart suddenly filled with soreness, unknowingly, my face was dissatisfied with tears, but I didn't realize it, the pain was really uncomfortable in my heart.
In the middle of the night, the cold wind swallowed my body unscrupulously through my single clothes. I didn't feel curled up, it was so cold.