"Let go of me, Gu Xuewen. You bastard."
"Shut up." Gu Xuewen looked at her injured palm, and a sneer flashed in his eyes: "You scream again, believe it or not, I will kiss you right here."
"you-"
Zuo Panqing stopped screaming, her body trembled, and there was nowhere to run if she wanted to. Gu Xuewen hugged her, as if she had no weight, and strode towards one of the apartments.
Zuo Panqing was terrified, staring at Gu Xuewen's gloomy face, struggling non-stop even if her hand hurt. Struggling until the end, he forgot his warning just now. He kept yelling.
"Gu Xuewen, let me go, you bastard. I don't want you to hug me. Where do you want to take me? Let go. Do you hear me? Let me go."
Unmoved, Gu Xuewen carried her into the elevator. Press the floor with one hand.
"Let go of me, Gu Xuewen." Zuo Panqing stretched out her hand, ignoring the pain in her palm, and kept beating on his chest, like a floating ant shaking a tree. It just made her palms hurt even more.
No matter how much she beat and struggled, she was led in by Gu Xuewen.
He put her on the sofa and went to the medicine cabinet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zuo Panqing wanting to stand up, but without thinking, he stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder.
"Stay still. Sit still."
The sound of sitting down was full of momentum, and Zuo Panqing was shocked.
Gu Xuewen found the medicine box and looked at Zuo Panqing's hand. Fortunately, the skin on the left hand was scratched, and the right hand was worn deeper and bleeding.
Taking alcohol and carefully cleaning her hands, Zuo Panqing gritted her teeth in pain. Gu Xuewen glanced at her, his hands kept moving.
After treating the wound on his hand, he grabbed her foot.
"What are you doing?" Zuo Panqing became nervous because of his movements, but Gu Xuewen glanced over him coldly, and she shrank her neck.
The ankle was a little swollen, it should just be a sprain, Gu Xuewen picked up the medicated oil and poured it into the palm of his hand, and pressed it hard against her ankle.
"Ah—" It hurts. Zuo Panqing screamed, but stopped screaming under Gu Xuewen's stare, and could only grit her teeth tightly.
He lowered his head and glared at Gu Xuewen. He lowered his head and squatted there halfway, holding her foot in one hand and pressing it with the other hand. From her point of view, you can see his focused expression.
The injury on the foot suddenly seemed to be less painful. Zuo Panqing stared blankly at Gu Xuewen: "You, how could you do this?"
Gu Xuewen continued to move his hands without raising his head: "I used to get injured occasionally in the army, and we dealt with minor problems by ourselves."
He spoke calmly, but Zuo Panqing had a feeling that it was not that simple. Suddenly, he realized that he was answering her question. This surprised her a little.
"Well, how many years have you been a soldier?"
"Seven years."
"Oh." Zuo Panqing looked at his movements, and wanted to ask something more, but at this moment, there was a grunt in his stomach. Her face turned red all of a sudden, feeling very embarrassed.
Gu Xuewen didn't seem to feel it. He raised his head and glanced at her, and put the medicated oil aside: "Sit down. Don't move. It should be fine tomorrow."
Without looking at Zuo Panqing, he got up and left. After he left, Zuo Panqing looked at the house in front of her.
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