sweet joy

Chapter 38

In the middle of the night, Song Xixi was woken up by the wound on his knee. Tang Zhihuan was turning on the computer in front of the desk, with earphones plugged into his ears, and was on the phone with someone. His voice was deliberately lowered. In the quiet night, it was calm and pleasant to hear.

Song Xixi carefully lifted the blanket off her body, because her sleeping posture was habitually bent, and when she slowly straightened, the tearing feeling of the wound was really sour and refreshing.

Tang Zhihuan turned his head, frowned and stared at her. He didn't know what she was going to do. There was an unanswered question on the phone, and he responded softly: "It's nothing, my roommate was woken up."

Half a minute later, Tang Zhihuan hung up the phone, walked over and turned on the light.

Song Xixi took a deep breath, holding back the heat in her eyes, there were faint bloodstains on the white bandage that the doctor had tied for her earlier, the wound must have been ripped open.

"Tang Zhihuan..."

She looked at Tang Zhihuan pitifully, and grabbed the bed sheet with her small hand: "I hurt so much."

Tang Zhihuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and brought medicinal wine and bandages from the tea table in front of the sofa, poured the medicine for her once, unwrapped it, and found that it was suppurated and sticky to the bandage, Tang Zhihuan pulled it, Song Xixi couldn't hold back and yelled out, jumping Tang Zhihuan.

"What are you doing, don't others sleep?"

Song Xixi was in so much pain that she could only breathe. She was more afraid of pain since she was a child: "Tang Zhihuan, can't you be gentler!"

The blood on the feet had already flowed down the knees and onto the bed every few centimeters.

Tang Zhihuan wiped it with gauze, and the corners of his mouth tugged: "It's just a little bit of skin, so there's nothing to make a fuss about."

Song Xixi stared at him, suddenly hugged his neck, and bit down hard!

"Song Xixi, you're crazy!"

Tang Zhihuan pushed her away angrily, reached out to touch her neck, her saliva was mixed with bloodshot eyes, and her face suddenly turned cold: "Song Xixi, is there something wrong with your mind?"

Song Xixi's mouth was full of fishy sweetness, wiped his mouth, and met his angry eyes delicately: "Why, isn't it just a little bit of skin, what's the fuss about?"

The two were at such a stalemate, refusing to give in to each other.

In the end, it was Song Xixi who felt guilty, lowered his head slowly, looked at his festered knee, and carefully cleaned it with a cotton swab.

When the cotton swab touched the meat, it hurt. Song Xixi slowly picked out the rotten meat while taking a deep breath.

Tang Zhihuan froze for a long time, but finally lost the battle, grabbed Song Xixi's hands, put her feet on his lap, and lowered his head to the light to handle the carrion for her.

Song Xixi was inexplicably nervous, secretly staring at the wound on his neck, where there was still a tooth-shaped blood mark, and softly told him, "You, take it easy."

When the cotton swab touched his leg, Song Xixi would instinctively hide back, Tang Zhihuan raised his head and pushed the dropped glasses, his voice was stiff but gentle: "Don't move."

"Oh..." Song Xixi tilted her head.

Although it was painful, it was within Song Xixi's tolerance.

After dealing with the carrion, Tang Zhihuan sprayed the wound with a disinfectant spray. Song Xixi took a deep breath, and his back felt cold.

Tang Zhihuan pressed her knee tightly: "Be patient for a while."

After applying anti-inflammatory drugs, she was lightly tied up with gauze, and then changed to the other leg.

"Who called you just now?"

Song Xixi wanted to divert attention, so she had nothing to say with Tang Zhihuan.

"Lu Peijiu."

Song Xixi was taken aback for a moment, and her tone was rather jealous: "What's going on so late?"

Tang Zhihuan's hands kept moving, and soon he also took care of the other side: "You don't understand even if you tell me."

(End of this chapter)