"Be patient, it will definitely hurt..." Lu Zhicheng's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible from behind. His hand was placed on Zhou Chi's leg. Almost instantly, it was on Zhou Chi's thigh. A dense layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared, and Lu Zhicheng's voice stopped abruptly.
Lu Zhicheng stared blankly at the dense goose bumps. His hand seemed to have been burned, and he suddenly moved it away.
He looked at Zhou Chi's hand tightly grasping the sheets, and his heart was filled with a trace of pity. This time, he did not hesitate again. While scooping up the ointment, he said to Zhou Chi: "If it hurts for a while, just scream. Don't just endure it." ”
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The time to change the dressing took almost three times longer than before. Zhou Chi was too nervous and repelled, and his whole body was so tight. Lu Zhicheng had no idea what to do, and he was worried that the force would hurt him, so he could only do it again and again. He stopped to comfort Zhou Chi. When Zhou Chi finally relaxed, it was already half an hour later. Lu Zhicheng breathed a long sigh of relief. He was finally able to change Zhou Chi's dressing, but the process of applying the medicine was... But it was even more torturous. This time, not only Zhou Chi, but also Lu Zhicheng was stiff all over.
While he was giving Zhou Chi the medicine, he couldn't help but think of the beautiful and absurd dream last night. He remembered the faint scent of herbs on the bride's body, the bride's thick-knuckled hands, and the bride's submission and sobs...
In the dream, he just couldn't see the bride's face clearly.
But at this time, he knew very well that this person was right in front of him.
In the aroma of medicine in this room, Lu Zhicheng looked at the hands that were clutching the sheets, and listened to Zhou Chiyin's screams of pain that could not help but escape from his mouth. Lu Zhicheng felt as if he had returned to that absurd dream. .
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As soon as he finished taking the medicine, Lu Zhicheng rushed out of the tent in embarrassment. He had never been so embarrassed before. His chest was heaving violently as the night fell.
"General, dinner is ready." The guard came over to report.
After Zhou Chi woke up, Lu Zhicheng was so busy in the kitchen that he made porridge and side dishes. It was already ready. Lu Zhicheng looked at the vegetable porridge on the tray and a small plate of pickles, and exhaled. From there, The guard took it in his hand and went in through the curtain.
"Are you starving?" Lu Zhicheng put the tray on the small table beside the bed, and while looking at Zhou Chi's face, he asked cautiously, "Can I eat it lying down like this?"
Zhou Chi hadn't eaten for nearly two days and was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. Now smelling the smell of porridge, he felt even hungrier. He licked his dry lips and nodded to Lu Zhicheng: "Okay. "
Lu Zhicheng paused, leaned over and held Zhou Chi's shoulders, and gently lifted Zhou Chi up. Zhou Chi was about to struggle when he heard Lu Zhicheng say: "I'll give you a soft pillow."
Zhou Chi didn't move. Lu Zhicheng took a soft pillow and placed it under him to make him lie down more comfortably. Then he put the tray in front of him and looked at the bowl of plain vegetable porridge, feeling a little unbearable and worried. He whispered to Zhou Chi: "When Cheng Zi gets better from your injury, you won't need to eat so plainly."
Zhou Chi's hand holding the spoon suddenly paused, and he felt that he had lost his appetite for a while. He wanted to drive Lu Zhicheng out. This person he never wanted to see again in his life, but in the end he still didn't say anything, just in Lu Zhicheng Under Zhicheng's gaze, he reluctantly ate half a bowl of porridge, and then he couldn't eat any more.