The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Just thinking about it.

I don't know if it's the emotions that provoked her.

So clicking.

The glass in your hand is broken.

Glass fragments fell off the floor.

The ice water in the cup spilled all over her.

She bowed her head.

She bent over and was about to wrap the pieces in a bag.

Then the hand was caught.

Su Smoke looked at the designer's purely handmade ancient coat underneath the pendant soaked with water and stained with dirty mud.

Above her head, she hears a voice of annoyance.

“What are you doing?! ”

Su smoker was pulled up.

Head up, gaze against those dark eyes.

She twisted her eyebrows and opened her palms.

Some very small wounds appear in front of you.

Drawn by the glass shard.

He looked at the cigarette.

“Ouch?”

When he said the word, the voice stopped being angry.

It's a very light and slow tone, like a coy tone.

I don't know why.

Su Yan looked into his eyes.

That look of caution.

It's like he's the one who got hurt.

She shook her head.

“It doesn't hurt. ”

Where do you listen?

Bring her straight to her waist and hurry to the dressing room.

He walks, he walks.

“Qin Ru, go get the medicine box in the car. ”

Qin Ru stood in the distance and did not see.

So much so that I thought something was wrong with Su's cigarette. Hurry up.

“Yes."

Answered.

So he hurried out.

Su Yan was taken back to the dressing room.

Clean the tiny wound on the faucet next to it.

She looked at him like he was serious.

Make a sound.

“I don't hurt. ”

Shizuku didn't talk and wiped her hands dry with a tissue.

Su Yan sat on the couch and quickly Qin Ru walked in with the medicine box.

“Sir, the medicine box is here. ”

After that, Qin Ru placed the medicine box on the coffee table.

Then he looked up at Su Smoke's injured hand.

Probably because of the distance, Qin Ru looked at it for a while and didn't find out exactly where he was injured.

Until he opened the medicine box and took out the purple potion and gauze.

Pass it over.

A closer look revealed the wound above.

One mouth is long and the rest is tiny.

Probably caused by the flash of the glass in your hand.

Qin Ru looked at the blood flushed in the pool.

The wound was mild and light, not serious.

Disinfection is basically no big deal.

Our comrades treated the wound as if Su Yan's hand had been broken. The gauze wrapped around that hand for seven or eight laps.

Successfully wrapped that hand into a bun.

Then we stopped.

Su Yan made a move.

She looked up,

“No gauze. ”

“For.”

Someone insists.

And if she dares to take it apart, he will definitely wrap it up again.

The only person injured was his right hand.

She's not very convenient.

“I still have things to do. ”

Very temperamental.

Still doing things?

“You don't have to do anything until you get your hands on it. ”

She looked down and stared at the gauze.

He pulled over and his dark eyes were gloomy.

“What were you thinking, could you crush the cup in your hand? ”

Su smoked, didn't talk.

Shih Shih's head leaned over her ear.

“Are you trying to say something I don't want to hear? ”

His head pressed against Su Smoke's shoulder.

Hold him in your arms.

“Whatever you want to tell me, I can wait for you to tell me. However.”

He paused and his eyes were dark and dark.

I moved my lips and didn't say anything.

Finally, they closed their eyes.

Lean on her, relax.

“The little one promised to treat me well and not make me sad. Right?"