Yokohama Heart Fraudster

35

    The turbulent mood that was finally suppressed actually disturbed his heart again, and Zhongyuan Zhong quickly did not dare to aim at random, and directly accelerated the speed of his hands and quickly smeared the iodine and ointment evenly on the bruised back. .

    The ointment was slightly cold, and it was blown by the wind outside the window, as if it could penetrate deep into the bone marrow, causing He Quanlian to shiver.

    He couldn't help but laughed: "Zhongyao's hands are very gentle, it feels like the back is being stroked."

    As soon as these words came out, the originally gentle movements were suddenly forced, and He Quanlian's face suddenly stopped laughing. .

    He almost didn't even suppress his shouting, because Zhongyuan Zhong also poked the exact spot where he was in severe pain.

    "Stupid, idiot, what nonsense are you talking about!"

    A panicked voice came from a place where no one could be seen behind, and the strength in his hand became stronger and stronger unconsciously, as if he was angry to a certain extent.

    He Quanlian still endured the trembling of his brows at first, but after a while, his brows twitched so tightly that he could almost pick up a fly.

    "I'm giving you medicine, don't say that there are some!"

    However, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't realize his pain at all, and he still pretended to be calm.

    "Well...I see." He Quanlian nodded along with his words, wanting to get rid of this painful scene as soon as possible, "It's alright, let's put on a bandage."

    Hearing this, Zhongyuan Zhong also let go. When He Quanlian finally let out a sigh of relief, he took out a bandage on his back.

    He thought that just wrapping a bandage was better than facing the white skin. As a result, in the actual battle, Zhongyuan Zhong also realized that he would inevitably have to wrap his hands around He Quanlian's waist in order to truly tie the bandage. .

    The half-embracing and half-cuddling action, the friction between the body and the body, no matter which point, makes the Central Plains at this moment also feel fatally ashamed, and dare not take a step.

    However, He Quanlian blinked a pair of bewildered eyes, turned around and asked him, "What's wrong? The ointment is about to evaporate."

    ...Tsk!

    In the Central Plains, there are some who dare not look at those clean and clear eyes, for fear that the reflection in those eyes is an extremely unbearable self.

    "Ah, um." He stammered in response, slapped his cheeks with both hands, trying to keep his mind from popping up so many messy thoughts.

    He Quanlian was slightly startled by the crisp slap, but before he could turn his head to look, a palm holding a bandage passed around his chest, and his arm was still trembling slightly inadvertently.

    He Quanlian's brows and eyes widened instantly. Of course, he deliberately attempted this kind of intimate contact, especially seeing the embarrassed expression that he had to do, it would give him a huge sense of satisfaction.