Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

As soon as she finished speaking, a brand new medical kit was pushed out of the tent, it seemed that the people outside had done a good job of eavesdropping.

She shook her head secretly, took the medical kit, helped up the overturned low table, and looked at Cheng Jihang, who was standing there with long brows and slightly frowning. Seeing that he did not object, she turned a blind eye to his disapproving expression, and held back His sleeve pulled him to sit down at the low table.

Ji Hang's fingers are slender, with slender joints, and the fingertips feel slightly cool. They used to be a pair of very beautiful pianist-like hands, but now the palms are bloody and bloody. A scar runs across the entire palm, and the white surface skin is turned up at the edge.The wound was half-sewed up, the first half was stitched with delicate collagen threads, and the second half was a wound that burst and bled. In contrast to the fineness and ferocity, the finer the more detailed, the more ferocious the more ferocious, as if a lip has been stitched in half The clown is grinning and laughing, which is chilling.

Wan Wan gently stroked the skin next to the wound, gasped, and stood up abruptly, "I'd better go out and call the doctor." The wound was much more serious than she expected, and she was not sure about stitching it up.

However, Ji Hang raised his eyelids, held her wrist with his backhand, and said quietly: "You just come."

The wound on his palm was not stitched up, and blood was still gushing out. The warm blood flowed from his palm to her wrist, and then slid down her wrist.

She froze, turned her head to avoid his sight, and slowly withdrew her hand from his.

A drop of coral-like blood trembled slightly beside her wrist bone, and slid down with her movements, half a circle around the wrist bone. The thin bright blood line was like a bright red silk thread tied around her wrist by someone.

She lowered her head, and slowly wiped away the blood on the wrist bone of her right hand with the bandage that had been removed. She wiped very seriously and carefully, as if what she wanted to wipe off was not the red line on the wrist, but the one on the heart.

When the fingertips holding the bandage felt a little sore, she took a light breath, raised her head, and looked directly into Cheng Jihang's eyes with clear eyes, "Do you need another injection of anesthesia?"

"No need." He softly denied.

When the needle pierced the palm of his hand, the sharp and direct pain seemed to penetrate the blood vessels of his whole body and directly pierce his heart—the effect of the last injection of anesthetic had long since expired, and he just didn’t want to use the drug to numb himself again nerves.

He wanted to feel the pain, wanted to be punished, wanted to let the sharp arrow pass through his chest, and nailed himself tightly to the rock wall—no one could understand how horrified he was at the moment when the rope slipped from his hand.

In that short moment, great despair rushed over his head like a tide, and he almost thought that he would miss and sink there forever.

The sun outside the tent was hot and everything was flourishing, but inside the tent was extremely shady and even chilly for some reason.

Gu Wanwan gritted her teeth and took the first injection. Seeing the white flesh oozing blood again under her influence, she couldn't help but gasp. She secretly glanced at Ji Hang, but he remained calm as usual. , there was no emotion on her face, and the palm stretched out in front of her was as steady as a rock, without shaking at all.

Probably the effect of the anesthetic is particularly good, she comforted herself, she moved her fingers slightly, and the right hand holding the needle moved lightly, and the white collagen thread drew a "one" on the wound.

In the bright summer sun, Cheng Jihang tilted his head slightly, looking at the clumsy and jerky movements of the girl in front of him, his brows were calm, as if those needles pierced not his own flesh and blood.