Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth is really not a woman who likes to cry noses.

But when she sat down with Mo Jing deep and pulled his shirt apart, she saw that he had not only injuries on his back and head, but also hidden visible wounds all over his body. At the same time, when she saw that there were some blood beads slowly rolling down behind his neck and back of his brain, tears burst out.

Turns out those people not only locked him in there, they must have been forced to torture each other just before the first day in, it was just Mo Jingshen, the person they were too difficult to control, so they ended up discouraged, simply shut him up and find a way to get out of his mouth.

But they ended up losing count.

Mojing Deep was about to push her hand away. Seasonal warmth stubbornly helped him take off his clothes behind him. The blood behind him was attached to the fabric of the shirt. It had not been able to take off smoothly on his back. Seasonal warmth carefully tore it off. She felt that the man, though not moving, looked forward and saw Mojing Deep close his eyes at this moment.

It must still hurt.

It can't be painless. How can it not be painless if the blood is ripped off with the flesh?

“Pain and shout out.” Seasonal warmth lifted up his hands and wiped his tears, wondering whether it was a sudden tear, or a little bit slower, but the slower the pain, the more it tortured.

“Doesn't it hurt to scream?” The man's voice seemed to be filled with a slight smile, low and heavy enough to calm her mind anytime, anywhere.

Seasonal warmth suddenly got up and went to the bathroom in the cabin to get a clean towel, folded into cubes and handed it to him: "Then bite first. ”

Ink took a deep glance at her wet eyes and cried to Red Tone's nose, gently hooked her lips, reached out to pick up the towel, but put it aside, while pulling Ji Wen over, letting her sit on his leg, holding her, holding her hand up to hold the long hair that was scattered, watching her in the camp, whether verbally abused or not, never shed tears eyes, watching the little woman who had not feared life and death before, but this moment cried because of the wounds on his body.

The man slimmed his fingers across her hair and ended up staying on her back, gently and gently mopping.

“Warm.” The gentle and patient voice of a man was in her ear.

Knowing that she had lost her temper, Season Warm lifted her hand and wiped her nose, then raised her bright, still slightly wet eyes to look at him.

“Pain is inevitable, and I'm human, and I can hurt, but it's not as painful on the skin as seeing what you're going through today.” He caressed her back and said warmly: "In places like this, people will instinctively experience the fragility of life, will cherish the peace in front of them, and will be fortunate to be able to preserve their lives. These traumas will heal only after a period of treatment, but once people are hurt, they will only get deeper and deeper. ”

Seasonal warmth held him by the neck and buried him between his necks without speaking.

“Today, I don't want it to happen again, and I never want it to happen again, that I want to leave safely, even with my own body as a chip.” His arm rests on her waist and remains steady and strong even if he hasn't eaten for days.

She knew how deeply Mo was in the mood.

Season Warm sat in his arms and gently “hmm” sounded, no longer refuting.

Now he's a wounded man, she doesn't argue with him, she doesn't stubbornly talk to him.

“Well, it's just a trauma, wipe your tears.” The man patted her on the head again: “Go get some warm water and rub it down a little bit along the back wound so the clothes can come off. ”

Seasonal warmth wiped his eyes, stood up to do it, went to the bathroom to get warm water, and as he continued to prepare to handle the wound behind his back, he hesitated: “When the wound is like this, can you touch the water again? ”

“Already, it doesn't make any difference if you can't touch the water. Take off your clothes and disinfect them later.” Mojing has always been calm, and compared to her mess, there is no general gap between the calm and intelligence of real men and women at a time of crisis.

Seasonwarm was just about to touch the water, and Ink suddenly looked deeply at the gauze on her hand: "Forget it, I'll get it when I get back, your hand won't work. ”

“I'm fine, Feng Ling helped me handle it, my right fingertip is not hurt here, just grab the towel here, otherwise you want Feng Ling to come in and help you undress? ”

“ …… ”

Mo Jingdeep looked at her hands again to make sure she had a point and did not speak again.

Seasonal warmth was soaked with hot water and he drizzled slightly on his back, besides the feeling that the man had only slightly tightened changes in the muscular structure of his back.

Like he said, he's human, and he hurts.

Seasonal warmth helps him moisten the wound a little and then tear off the wet shirt a little bit, which does avoid too much skin and blood from the wound being ripped off.

Then help him wash the area around the wound with clean water, make sure all the blood is wiped clean, pick up the wound sanitizing potion and apply it to him.

“Mo Jingdeep, if it hurts, you bite the towel. Don't put up with it, I won't laugh at you. ”

When Feng Ling helped her get this disinfectant solution into her hand, it hurt that she was sweating cold. She just couldn't help but hold her tone. How much did she hurt? She just burned the surface of her skin.

The ink is deep and it hurts the flesh.

The man didn't speak, but she obviously heard him whispering.

She cared for him and he was still in the mood to laugh.

Seasonal Warm, who had been in a deep mood for a long time, shifted from sluggish to gradual calming because of his low laughter. Finally, he stopped fearing his tail, chose to disinfect him quickly, then applied some simple medicine, then removed the gauze from the medicine box, wrapped it around him, and finally wrapped his chest back like a seriously injured patient in an ancient TV show, almost equivalent to wearing a white vest.

“Then he regretted not studying medicine.” Seeing Mo Jingdeep just looked down and didn't say anything. The season warmth was a bit of an embarrassing mumble.

Mo Jing closed his eyes slightly and laughed, faintly: “You can study medicine, you can learn finance, this trauma bandaging situation is still less used, but it is important to understand the difference between first kiss and artificial breathing before it is too early. ”

“Ah?” Season Warm was helping him with the wound on his head. His hand paused directly, and he looked at him with surprise: “What artificial breathing? ”

The man laughed again: "Okay, now's not the time to say that. Are you sure your hands are okay? ”

“No problem, at least sterilize the wound before it gets infected easily in this tropical area.” Seasonal warmth continues to focus on medication.

Just...

What did he just say about kissing or breathing artificially...

She seems a little impressed, but she can't remember where she heard or said it...