Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

After a while, Jiang langong came again. When he disinfected gexi's left hand with alcohol, he almost didn't wipe out the soul of gexi.

"What are you doing! Pain - "Ge Xi suddenly stopped.

Lift eyes to see Jiang languo is a black face, Ge Xi inexplicably guilty: "how to return a responsibility, I don't accept your kindness, how, with the eyes fierce me, I am not afraid."

"How can you have so many scars on your hands?" His face was heavy, and Jiang languo was serious and serious.

Before holding Ge Xi's wrist, he felt the barrier. At that time, Jiang Lang thought it was clothes or what jewelry he had brought with him.

I just saw it. It's a scar. Scar after scar of unsuccessful wrist cutting. Some years ago, the pink scar has faded a lot, and the flesh color is becoming one.

"How?" Ge Xi lifted up his sleeve, there was no emotion in his eyes, "cut the Bai, how can you have it?"

His tone didn't make much waves. He even joked: "agent Jiang, don't say you love me. I cut my wrist. We only met..."

Ge Xi endured palpitation, his nose wrinkled up and asked, "ginger, how can you kiss me again?"

He's kissing himself on the scar left by his wrist cut. It's hard not to touch the river. Because of Jiang's move, his heart was pounding, and he was about to jump out of his chest. Never had the feeling, gexi almost mistook it as emotion.

Not to mention, when Jiang languo left his wrist, he also said: "my heart aches."

"Ginger, don't do that." "Don't be nice to me, I won't make any response."

"No need for your response." Jiang languo lowers his head and continues to deal with the scratch on the index finger of his left hand.

Long eyelashes cover Jiang languo's mood. Ge Xi doesn't see it clearly. However, he can feel Jiang's full love for him from his actions towards his wound.

Ge Xi sipped his mouth, which was strange. They just met. He felt that the man had bad intentions, and as a result, the man was really mean.

However, unexpectedly, he didn't hate such bad intentions.

Someone soon forgot that he just hated Jiang because he was good to him.

"Need help bathing? You can't touch water in your wound." Jiang Lang wrapped up Ge Xi's index finger into a small steamed bun. Kiss, put it down. Raise eyes, affectionate money contains obvious concern.

Goshi question mark, "ha?"

In response, gexi was driving people out. "No, you go out. I'm tired."

The main reason is that I can't stand Jiang languo's view of him like this. Inexplicably loved, let gexi longed, but did not dare to accept.

Some people's love, come and go in a hurry. They defected easily. A head down of their own, is not almost out of the family.

Almost dead.

"Well, I'll change your dressing tomorrow." Jiang Lang rubbed the child's head, turned and walked out.

Ge Xi secretly looks at Jiang languo's back, thinking if it's an idol drama, then he should go up and embrace Jiang's waist now.

With a smirk, Ge Xi lies on the bed. As the night went on, the wild thoughts began to stir up again.

Slowly raised his left hand, gexi looked at the white bandage on his index finger, and felt that Jiang languor was stupid. He knew that the bandage could be done, but it took so much effort.

But he didn't know that the corners of his mouth were always hooked.

Gexi has been thinking about someone, laughing.