President Hunting Love is too fierce

I hurt him, with his insidious character, shouldn't he take revenge even harder?

She didn't understand why he had to hide it for herself.

"Then what should we do? Your wound is so big that if you don't let the doctor handle it, it's easy to get infected."

Ye Chuqing turned her head and saw him sitting weakly on the bed. His handsome face was slightly pale, but there was no trace of pain.

He can even endure pain so calmly, as if nothing happened. [

Ye Chuqing looked at him, feeling a little sad in her heart, does this man pretend to be superior even in pain?

"Go to my room and get the medicine box I took out last time." Mo Fengya said calmly, then pointed to the tissue, "Pass it to me."

Ye Chuqing immediately took out a large pile of tissues. Seeing that he was bleeding so much, her eyes turned red, and she frantically blocked his wound.

Mo Fengya frowned and snorted.

"Let go, do you want to kill me?" He angrily pushed her trembling hand away, and gently covered the wound himself.

Ye Chuqing withdrew her hand, casually wrapped it in a towel, ran upstairs to Mo Fengya's room at a trot, took out the medicine box, and walked back.

The wound was deeper than she imagined, and the tissue covering the wound was completely red.

She looked terrified, but Mo Fengya quickly disinfected, applied medicine, and treated the wound without expression.

Slowly, less blood flowed from the wound.

"I'll help you." Seeing him struggling to tie the straps by himself, Ye Chuqing hurriedly stepped forward to grab his hand.

Mo Fengya looked down at her guilty face: "Okay."

Ye Chuqing's uncomfortable heart felt better now, and she gently wrapped the strap around him, and after a few laps, tied a knot at her side.

Once you're done with that, pack your medicine cabinet.

She sat there restlessly, not knowing what to say.

If she asked her to apologize, she couldn't do it, but what happened tonight, she always felt that she was a little bit wrong.

He didn't scold him for hurting him like this, but she would rather he slap herself than owe him absolutely now.

"Hey, I..." She turned her head to talk to him, but found that Mo Fengya had fallen asleep on the bed at some point.

Ye Chuqing looked at him speechlessly, his black hair was messy on his forehead, and his brows were frowning faintly.

Because of the blood loss, her fair face was even more white as paper, and it seemed inexplicably heart-wrenchingly fragile. [

She had never seen him like this, the complete opposite of his usual strength.