Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Bai Zhen: ... that's what I said, but after all, there are differences between men and women, so I always find it strange...

Yuan Li put down the water basin and scissors in his hand, sat down beside the bed, and said with a smile, "You are so hurt, do you still think about these?

What do you mean by that look, will I still take advantage of you? If you want to count it down like this, I can't count the number of times you took advantage of me when I was a child with both hands! "

"Hey you stinky brat, when you were a child, that was a ho--" Bai Zhen pulled the wound on her back, causing her face to wrinkle in pain.

Seeing this, Yuan Li stopped joking with her and cut all her clothes from the back with scissors.

"Hey, you—"

Bai Zhen didn't dare to move, so she could only lie there obediently like a salted fish, and let him deal with it.

The wound is deep, and even the flesh has been opened in one place.

The blouse was covered with blood and stuck to the wound, Yuan Li only slightly pulled it, and Bai Zhen was already sweating profusely in pain.

"Are you an idiot, you are not allowed to block the sword for me in the future, you know!" After scolding, he added in a soft tone, "Does it hurt a lot? I'll be more gentle."

Bai Zhen squeezed out a smile and seemed to say in a relaxed tone, "If you let others listen to this sentence, I don't know how many action movies you will have to make up!"

Yuan Li frowned in confusion, "What is an action movie?"

"...Nothing... Just keep doing it, it doesn't hurt at all. It's like being bitten by a mosquito."

Despite what she said, the boy's eyes were still a little dark, and he secretly clenched the handkerchief in his hand, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

Those two trash...

must not stay.

He took off her clothes and exposed her entire back to the air. It was supposed to be as smooth and white as fine porcelain, but the long wound looked more ferocious.

Yuan Li wet the handkerchief and cleaned the wound for her.

Bai Zhen was a little embarrassed, so she buried her face in the pillow and clamped her arms to prevent it from disappearing elsewhere.

The young man didn't notice her little movements, he put on the medicine and bandaged carefully, and only when he was doing the final finishing work did he take time to look up at her.

Seeing this, the movements of his hands could not help but pause.

The side of the girl's face was slightly red, her long hair was held to one side obediently, from the shoulders to the waist, no inch-strand, large areas of skin were dazzlingly white, the waist was too thin to hold, and because the robe had been torn -Go, follow the gap between her arms and back, and you can vaguely glimpse the slightly raised semicircle...

The boy just felt like there was a fire, rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He knew this was wrong, and the line of sight seemed to be uncontrollable, from her hair like a waterfall, to the graceful neck, to the beautiful butterfly bone on the back, and then down the spine, down...

Seemingly aware of the pause in the boy's movements, Bai Zhen turned her head slightly, "What's the matter? Are you bandaged?"

Yuan Li lowered his head in a panic, the shadows from the broken hair covered his hot cheeks, "No, not yet."

While tying the bandage in a knot, he thought to himself: Is it possible to see such a scene when changing dressings every day...

Suddenly looking forward to tomorrow.

"All right."

He said something, then got up and pulled up the quilt to cover Bai Zhen.

The fingertips accidentally touched the white and tender skin of her waist, the touch was soft and delicate, and the girl's body trembled slightly.