The Fishing Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder After The Attack [Quick Wear]

7.7 - It seems like self-loathing and obsession

　　Zhou Cheng lay on the ground with a thin layer of bamboo mat. He usually slept best, but today he closed his eyes and had all kinds of complicated thoughts in his mind. For a moment, he couldn't fall asleep. .

　　He finally opened his eyes, and the eyes hidden in the sunken eye sockets turned to look at the bed on one side.

　　The bed is higher than the ground. Logically speaking, from Zhou Cheng's point of view, the person on the bed should not be visible.

　　But the person on the bed was sleeping very close to the bed. The soft flesh on half of his face was slightly bulged by the hard bed board, and even his beautiful lips were pressed into a slight curve.

　　He closed his eyes and breathed evenly, as if he was fast asleep. One hand was hanging down naturally, with slender fingers. They were really the hands of a young master in the city. His skin was white and delicate, and even his nails were beautiful. He had obviously grown up pampered since he was a child. Did even a little work.

　　Zhou Cheng looked at it, feeling a little down for no reason.

　　Such a person, even if he is staying in his small shabby house now, sooner or later he will open his door and walk out of the village.

　　In the future, thinking about today, Zhou Cheng will probably only become a vague image without a head or face. No, maybe by that time, there will already be other people around the young master, let alone the people he met in the village. people.

　　Thinking like this, Zhou Cheng's thick black eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a bit of bitterness appeared on the man's dull and honest face.

　　However, at this moment, the person on the bed suddenly murmured in his dream: "...it hurts."

　　Zhou Cheng immediately stood up and sat up. The bitterness between his eyebrows was instantly replaced by worry. He came closer and asked cautiously: "Where does it hurt?"

　　Mingxin pursed her lips, and when she spoke again, the grievance in her voice seemed to overflow: "...knee."

　　Zhou Cheng was stunned and subconsciously looked at his knees.

　　Even the young master's knees are carefully carved like works of art. The joints are pink and connect the white and tender thighs and calves. No matter how carefully Zhou Cheng looks at it, he can only see a little bit on the knees. Hong, I never imagined that it would hurt the young master so much.

　　Zhou Cheng stood up quietly and rummaged through a small box from the house. There were large and small jars of wound medicine inside, but they were all old-fashioned medicine from the village. Zhou Cheng couldn't quite figure it out. The young master's skin was so... It is delicate, will you be allergic if you apply these medicines hastily?

　　Just to be on the safe side, he searched around the house again, and finally found a small bottle of Yunnan Baiyao for him. He carefully checked the shelf life. Originally, he was not in the habit of using it himself, but the target was the young master, so he couldn't help but Pay attention.

　　After making sure that the medicine had not expired, Zhou Cheng returned to Mingxin, bent down, pressed the nozzle of the medicine can, and sprayed the medicine carefully on his knees.

　　"Well." The sleeping person suddenly retracted his knees as if he was startled, and at the same time his eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to wake up.

　　Zhou Cheng was also shocked. He obviously didn't do anything extraordinary, but it seemed as if he couldn't see the light. When he realized that Mingxin had been awakened, he couldn't help but froze, and even the hand holding the medicine bottle paused in the air. .