The cool night of the stars promise you a lifetime

Song Xingliang sat down beside the bed, let Bo yeshen lie down a little, and lifted the bathrobe that covered the wound.

She looked carefully. The knife wound was not as ferocious as what she had seen in the warehouse. It had begun to heal slowly, forming a brown and red scar.

But after all, I made a cut in my body. It won't be so fast.

You can still see the flesh in it.

Song Xingliang took a look at the ointment in his hand, opened the lid, squeezed some medicine into his hand and wiped it away from thin yeshen's wound.

This is a very common medicine for treating trauma. It is prescribed by the hospital. It is mild, but it is good slowly.

The ointment used for Bo yeshen was prepared by herself. It works quickly and is very useful for the wound.

If Bo yeshen had started using her ointment that day, the wound would have healed completely now.

However, song Xingliang doesn't want to expose too much in front of Bo yeshen.

He is too clever. If he is careless, he will find something else.

So song Xingliang must be more careful.

She looked calm and drugged, and there was no other emotion on her face.

Most girls will not be so calm when they see such a wound, even if they are not frightened to shout on the spot.

He's a little curious.

Under what circumstances did song Xingliang grow up.

However, the information from Xiao Jue's investigation is very normal.

Thin night Shen stared at her for a moment and deliberately asked, "aren't you afraid?"

Song Xingliang gently massaged his thin and heavy abdomen to make the medicine better absorbed.

After listening to her words, she paused. "What's to be afraid of? It's a hole."

Thin night sink smiled and said, "you are skilled in this action and know how to massage. I don't know. I thought you would know medicine."

In a word, it seemed to break the secret of song Xingliang.

Song Xingliang curled up his fingertips nervously, taking into account that he was helping thin yeshen to wipe the medicine, his action was very slight.

However, the fingertips touched the skin. Even though song Xingliang was very light, the thin night was inevitably scratched gently.

In Song Xingliang's invisible direction, thin night Shen's eyes were dark.

Song Xingliang smiled twice, then made a random excuse and prevaricated, "don't be kidding. If I knew medicine, those doctors would learn it in vain. I just learned some simple treatment techniques. I used to fight with people in the countryside, run around the mountain and get blood marks from thorns. My grandmother taught me these methods."

Thinking of the past, song Xingliang's ears seemed to echo grandma's kind laughter and careful and gentle instructions.

After grandma died, no one kept her in mind anymore.

No one reminded her to dress in cold weather, no one reminded her to eat on time, and no one would care about her.

The only person in the world who will take care of her is no longer there.

She said with a look of nostalgia. Referring to the old man, song Xingliang looked soft.

The look and expression were not fake.

But what song Xingliang doesn't know is that Bo yeshen still remembers her and has tested her medicine and sachet.

Just learn some fur. There won't be such top-level things on you.

She didn't want to reveal that Bo yeshen didn't ask again.

I didn't say anything else, so I listened silently.