Luo Liyan could only forcefully suppress the urge to attack him.
After all, I was counting on fulfilling the agreement, and beat him to the point where he was crippled on all fours the moment he said he would let me do it.
However, he couldn't let him watch it any longer.
I'm not interested in playing such an ambiguous move with a man who made himself so miserable.
Luo Liyan lowered her eyelids, violently picked up the pillow beside her, and threw it at Mu Junhao heavily.
"Go away! Put away the dirty thoughts in your head, I will never follow you!"
Mu Junhao was stunned for a while, but his mind finally regained some sanity.
Just when she was about to say something, she saw Luo Liyan's rosy face had turned pale.
And there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
Apparently the wound was affected.
"What are you so excited about? I can really treat a patient like you?" Mu Junhao's tone became a little harsh.
But the usual coldness has faded away.
Then without waiting for Luo Liyan's answer, her eyes fell directly on her gauze-wrapped knee.
Bright red blood streaked out.
Although not much, it made Mu Junhao's heart feel as if he had been pulled, and he felt it was very glaring.
"Be honest with me, your legs are injured like this, why do you move!" Mu Junhao blamed him with disgust, while cutting the gauze with scissors.
Although many places had scabbed over the eye-catching wound, the old clothes were shocking.
Mu Junhao tightly pressed his lips together, a faint white color appeared.
But he took the medicine from the side without saying a word, and carefully reapplied the medicine for Luo Liyan.
Luo Liyan glanced at him, and found that the hands he used to apply the medicine were trembling slightly.
Can't help but sneer in my heart.
This Mu Junhao really wanted to die because of nothing, if he hit him hard, he shouldn't have a good impression of him!
Otherwise, the one who is really suffering can only be himself.
Luo Liyan didn't speak any more, only the faint breathing of the two could be heard in the whole room.
Mu Junhao finished applying the medicine for Luo Liyan, wrapped up the gauze, then stood up, and looked at her who was looking at him with wide-open eyes.
I don't know what it's like in my heart, and I have mixed feelings for a while.
"Be honest, I'll cook porridge for you, and a maid will come up and wipe your body for you later!" Mu Junhao said patiently, "Stop being petty, obediently ask someone to wipe your body for you." It's clean, you're sweating all over, and you're not feeling well."
Luo Liyan didn't answer, and looked like she didn't want to talk to him.
Mu Junhao's big palm was tightly clenched into a fist, and then he let it go quickly.
He stared at Luo Liyan's face with scorching eyes, feeling a little unclear as to what he was thinking.
Logically speaking, the appearance of the little thing is indeed the reaction it should have after being hurt.
You should be happy.
After all, he went to tie her back by himself, just to make her look like he imagined.
But when he really saw the little thing become like this, Mu Junhao felt that he still prefers the one who doesn't seem to be angry with him, and who can talk to him like a joke little things.
Even if she looked like that, she was just deceiving herself.
Not knowing what he was thinking, Mu Junhao's mind turned into a mess, and he didn't dare to look at Luo Liyan again.