A Day of Love: The President's Prey

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Sikong Jingqiu was leaning back on the sofa and closing his eyes to rest his mind. Because his face was covered with injuries and his clothes were also stained with blood, he looked a little tired.

For some reason, this scene actually made Haiyue's chest feel hot, and her eye sockets turned red again.

She stood there and hesitated for a while, then turned around and walked lightly to the cabinet. [

After opening the door and taking out the medicine box, she paused, as if making up her mind, took a breath, turned around holding the medicine box, came to Sikong Jingqiu, knelt down on the sofa, settled for a few seconds, and then carefully He opened his mouth and called out, "Master Sikong... are you awake?"

The person with eyes closed didn't respond, his chest rose and fell with shallow breathing.

Are you asleep?

It is not impossible to think about it, Sikong Jingqiu just came back from abroad, before he got off the plane, he had a conflict with Yunyan, and he took himself away for a short time...

Sikong Jingqiu must be very tired from such non-stop work.

Haiyue bit her lower lip, trying to say that since she was already asleep, don't disturb him.

but……

Haiyue glanced at the bruise on Sikong Jingqiu's face.

The wounds on his face were scratched and must be disinfected to avoid infection, and ice should be applied to the swollen areas so that they can heal quickly.

However, even though she thought so in her heart, Haiyue didn't know whether it was better to wake up Sikong Jingqiu, or just help him disinfect and treat the wound in this way.

What if he wakes up and asks about himself and Yun Yan?

Haiyue thought about it for a while, and decided to get the bed sheet and cover Sikong Jingqiu first, and then help him deal with those broken skin wounds.She put down the medicine box in her hand, tiptoed, and climbed off the sofa as quietly as possible, took the thin quilt over, and covered Sikong Jingqiu carefully.

Finding that Sikong Jingqiu hadn't woken up, Haiyue let out a deep breath, picked up the medicine box on the sofa again, opened it lightly, took out a sterilized cotton swab, held her breath, leaned on it cautiously, and put it lightly. The movements of his hands disinfected the broken skin on Sikong Jingqiu's face.