Sweetheart: The Devil's School Grass is Fierce Baba

Chapter 47 Medicine
The school curriculum is really not difficult for him, because he has already read it.

In fact, there are many elites among his classmates, but they become ordinary in front of him.

Gold is already a valuable item, but it is not qualified compared with diamonds, and the elites are also relatively speaking.

After a boring day of classes ended early, as soon as he left school, he saw the rich man who picked him up on time and waved to him.

Back home, the first thing Song Liunian planned to go to was the study.

But the footsteps moved to Song Beibei's bedroom unknowingly, he didn't know why.

He knocked lightly on the door and came in when it was unlocked.

Song Beibei with long hair and shawl put her face out of the window, as if she was looking at something.

A slight breeze caressed her hair gently like a lover's hand.

"Beibei, what are you looking out of the window?" Song Liunian said curiously.

Song Beibei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable seeing her sweetheart appearing in front of her eyes, "It's nothing, just take a look at the scenery."

"Really, why do I feel like you are waiting for me to come back." Song Liunian said to her in a tone that disregarded everything.

Song Beibei thought about being seen through and still dying—she explained stiffly: "How is it possible, I think the scenery outside is pretty good, and I like the feeling of the breeze blowing on my face."

"Oh, so that's how it is." After finishing speaking, Song Liuqian stepped forward, gently stroking her fragile skin, "So, how does it feel?"

Song Beibei didn't expect Song Liunian to be so direct, her face flushed slightly: "No, I don't like it."

"You little girls just like this. You say no, but you really like it in your heart." Song Liunian took advantage of it and didn't forget to tease her.

Song Beibei said coquettishly, "Brother Liunian, you bully others."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, Beibei, don't be angry, okay? Let brother see how your feet are?" Song Liunian quickly admitted his mistake.

Song Beibei stretched out her foot according to her words: "Nuo, look, I don't know, it's just a little itchy."

"Little fool, the itch is growing flesh, I don't even know that." Song Liunian told her patiently.

He gently lifted Song Beibei's foot, and gently removed the bandage, for fear that a little big touch would hurt her again, so he was careful.

But as he got closer to the flesh, Song Beibei still let out a hissing sound in pain.

"Did my brother hurt you? Just bear with it." Song Liunian hurriedly comforted her.

Song Beibei hugged him suddenly: "It hurts at first, but it doesn't hurt anymore when I hug Brother Liunian."

Song Liunian smiled happily and said, "Then you can make good use of my special painkiller."

After about 10 minutes, the bandage was untied. After all, this was Song Liunian's real first time and he didn't dare to move too much.

Song Beibei's feet hadn't completely subsided, and there were obvious burn blisters on them.

"Is there any medicine left? Let me wipe it for you." Song Liunian asked seriously.

"There are still a lot more, in the big medicine box under my bed. Gu's mother is well. When she sees that I'm injured, she arranges the medicines that are useful for my wounds and puts them in this medicine box." Song Beibei is very grateful talking.

"Mama Gu is indeed a good person, and I have been taken care of by her many times." Song Liunian also recalled how Mama Gu took care of him in the past.

After he found the burn ointment, he dipped some ointment on a cotton swab and applied the ointment to Song Beibei gently, with jerky but careful techniques.

It seems that our Fleeting Young Master is usually the object of serving, and rarely does this kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)