Lu Yuchen nodded slightly, "Then bear with it, I will try to be gentler."
After he finished speaking, he gently spread out her palm and used cotton balls and tweezers to help her clean up the debris that had pierced her flesh.
Then, I started to disinfect her with alcohol.
Xinluo looked at him with his eyes lowered and his serious expression, and was a little dazed for a moment.
Lu Yuchen was like this, with concentration and seriousness in his eyes, as if she was still his beloved treasure.
"hiss-"
The palm of his right hand suddenly felt a stinging pain from alcohol seeping into the wound. Xinluo couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
So embarrassing.
I clearly said I'm not afraid of pain.
"Does it hurt?" The man's clear and magnetic voice sounded, with enough concern to make her heart confused.
"No, I just couldn't help it for the moment." She bit her lower lip, unwilling to show weakness in front of him.
Lu Yuchen hummed, said nothing, and continued to treat her wound.
I don’t know why, I clearly said I didn’t care.
Xinluo suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.
It's just that this feeling of loss has just risen from the bottom of my heart.
I felt an itchy and tingling sensation in the palm of my right hand.
She looked up in surprise, only to see that the man was holding her wrist, lowering his head and blowing gently into her palm.
"Still hurts?"
He raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze was deep and cold, with a hint of starlight.
It was as if there was an entire galaxy of stars in his eyes.
Xinluo was slightly dazed. She didn't expect that she would see such a gentle and affectionate look in his eyes four years later.
She was stunned, and her peach blossom eyes revealed a look of disbelief.
Lu Yuchen blew into her palm again, his tone a little softer than before.
"Are women so delicate? I have tried my best to be gentle..."
He blew air and whispered.
The tone was not one of complaint, but rather one of self-congratulation.
Well, in other words, the extremely cold Lu Yuchen actually started talking to himself.
Xinluo was startled.
Talking to yourself
Is the person in front of me still Lu Yuchen
He actually talks to himself!
Don't blame Xinluo for being surprised, this kind of habitual talking to herself is mostly what she does.
People like Lu Yuchen keep everything to themselves, so how could they possibly mutter to themselves like ordinary people
Before Xinluo recovered from the shock, she saw Lu Yuchen had already bandaged the wound on her hand with gauze.
"Come back when you get off work and I'll change the medicine for you."
"Can you help me change the medicine?" Xinluo was completely dumbfounded.
He was pretending not to know her and ignoring her, so why was he still being so nice to her
"No, I can do it myself..."
Before Xinluo could finish her refusal, the man lowered his head and took off her high heels.
"Why are you taking off my shoes?"
Xinluo stepped back instinctively, but at this moment, the man's big hand covered her swollen left ankle.
"Nothing, just helping you apply the medicine."
After saying that, he gently placed his hand on the little woman's ankle and applied a little force.
Xinluo suddenly felt pain and groaned.
"It hurts..."
She has endured hardships and has also endured greater pain.
But for some reason, when facing Lu Yuchen, she always becomes particularly spoiled.
The man's heart softened when he heard her sobbing and crying out in pain.
The man who has always been indifferent and has never been moved can only try to comfort, "If the blood stasis is not rubbed out, it will not heal easily." (To be continued)