first marriage

"You didn't tell me..." Tong Qiqi groaned in pain.

Rong Zhi raised his beautiful Yuanshan eyebrows, "Let me tell you, will you let me do it?"

Huh? ? ?Tong Qiqi asked herself in her heart, as if she...was unwilling!

After all, Rong Zhi is not a professional orthopedic doctor, and she is terribly afraid of pain.

Rong Zhi smiled, "Move your ankles to see..."

Tong Qiqi heard the words and moved her injured ankle. Although it hurt there, it was much better than before.

Seeing Tong Qiqi curling up her white toes, trying to move around, no longer complaining that he was caught by surprise to cover up his unpreparedness, Rong Zhi stood up, walked to the place where Tong Qiqi changed clothes, brought the wet clothes, He baked it next to the fire with wooden sticks, and took out some messy things in the bag and put them aside to dry.

Finding a small bottle of green plaster from the medicine bag, Rong Zhi put Tong Qiqi's feet on her lap, and gently applied the cool transparent plaster on Tong Qiqi's swollen ankle.

The creamy, cold feeling reduced the pain and fever in Tong Qiqi's ankles. She rested her comfortable hands on the straw mat and squinted her crooked eyes to look at Rong Zhi.

The firelight made the contours of Rong Yijun's face deeper, and the shadows under the bridge of his nose seemed to carry mysterious magic power.

The man lowered his head, his eyes focused on her ankles, his pretty thin lips were slightly pursed, his chin was resolute and thin, and he had a special masculinity.

Seeing that Rong Zhi was applying the medicine very seriously, Tong Qiqi frantically moved her toes to touch Rong Zhi's firm abdominal muscles.

The man didn't seem to sense the little girl's prank, and he continued to apply the medicine meticulously.

Tong Qiqi continued her efforts and playfully scratched Rongzhi's abdominal muscles with her toes.

It was as hard as iron, and it hurt her toes.The little girl complained in her heart.

"Naughty again!" This time, Rong Zhi blamed her for letting go of her ankle, raised his hand and flicked on her forehead.

Tong Qiqi giggled, completely forgetting the narrow escape from rolling down the hill, and hugged Rong Zhi's arm, "Xiao Rongrong, I'm also a person with carvings, from now on, don't look at the monk's face, look at the carved face, and bully me again , I’ll let the eagle bite you!”

"That's easy! Let's bully the eagle together!" Rong Zhi said brazenly.

Tong Qiqi black line.

The rain outside the cave has been pattering non-stop.

Tong Qiqi wrapped herself in a thin blanket and shrank away from Rong Zhi, always feeling that the man's heat was more intense, "It seems that the rain doesn't stop, we can't go anymore!"

Rong Zhi snatched her into his arms, touched her forehead, the hot temperature under his palm made the man frown, "Do you have a headache?"

"It hurts!" Tong Qiqi sniffed and said, "When I first rolled down the mountain, I thought my head had been cut open, and it felt sticky to the touch. I later found out that it was all mud, but it still hurts."

"I'm not smart at first!" Rong Zhi sighed, "It's good now, I guess I can only support you in the future!"

Tong Qiqi was originally obediently let Rong Zhi hold her, but when she heard this, she immediately waved her small fist to greet Rong Zhi, "You hate me! I didn't break my head!"

"Be good! Don't move!" The man said with a deep voice, "The rain won't stop for a while, so close your eyes and sleep for a while."

"Is that so?" Tong Qiqi's voice softened, with a hint of fatigue, "Does it mean that when I wake up, my head doesn't hurt anymore?"