Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The stranger raised his hand and touched the wound on the lower cheek. He looked at the color of the scarlet stained with his fingertips. There was not much touch on the face. “Pinkie's nail plain was well maintained and often used Danko to dye her fingers. The wound was not well healed naturally. ”

“But don't worry, I'm a healer myself, how can I get hurt?” She bypassed Yan Beicheng and took out one of the wooden boxes on the table at the end of the bed, from which she took out two small porcelain boxes and sat in front of a dressing mirror.

One of the porcelain boxes was her own "disinfectant cotton” made of cotton flocks, purified spirits, etc., and a wooden tweezer was stored in the box. She took the tweezer and clipped a "disinfectant cotton” out, and she quietly wiped the wound against the even blurred copper mirror.

This bronze mirror is not as clear as the current mercury mirror and can barely see a blurred figure, so she wipes it a little hard and accidentally paints the wrong spot several times.

Yan Beicheng took the initiative to grab the tweezer in her hand and was about to help her wipe the wound. The intense nostrils made him move. He couldn't help but gather his strange "cotton flock” to the tip of his nose and sniff it gently. The intense smell of wine suddenly became more pungent.

Though strange in his heart, he smelled the pungent alcohol, his eyebrows suddenly burst deep, and his hand paused, “Did you soak it with spirits? Wouldn't it be extremely painful to use this? ”

But just now, he didn't say a word when he saw her, as if the flesh was not hers.

“How can such a light wound hurt?” The stranger shook his head slightly and saw him so inked, he raised his hand to take back the tweezer and wipe it himself.

Yanbeicheng's big hand ducked to the side and easily avoided her hand, “No, you are so cruel to yourself, or the king is here to help you. ”

After a pause, he seemed to think of something, staring at the delicate cheeks of strangers, “If it hurts, just yell out and no one will ever laugh at you. ”

Shout it out?

Strangers stunned slightly, she was used to this pain all by herself, when did she yell out because of this little wound? Once upon a time, other people would only put up with her, and no one would ever say that to themselves.

With this in mind, her deep calm eyes could not help but roll up gently. Her eyes couldn't help but stick to Yanbeicheng, which was helping him clean his wounds, and her heart seemed to beat with great focus.

“Does it hurt? ”

She walked away, until Yan Beicheng put down all the tweezers in her hand, asked softly, and she tranced and drowned her eyes. She wanted to shake her head to show no pain, but thought about it, she nodded her head softly, "There was some pain. ”

“That's right, it hurts to say so.” Yan Beicheng nodded with great satisfaction, picked up another porcelain box, opened it and looked at the paste inside, "Is this a wound application? ”

Strange flowers have not yet returned to God from the palpitations of the talent, so they are just slight jaws, eyes hanging, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Yanbeicheng gently ticked the ointment with his fingertips and gently applied it over the cheeks of his wings, like a carefully carved craftsman, only to use a little more strength, aggravating the pain of Iraqis by a point.

How can a man who injures herself only casually and does not have a light hand be so careful and solemn to her today, so that she doesn't get carried away by strangers?