Chapter 31 (1/2)

”Oh...” Song Zhicheng couldn't help laughing, ”I fell my arm in the morning, and I went out to fight as soon as I cured you. What do you want me to say about you?”

Wen Yiyi's face was embarrassed by his words. She looked up at him, but he looked at himself tenderly. His actions were gentle and careful, as if he were treating some rare treasure.

Rare treasure In this world, besides Xiang Mengxia, who else will treat her as a treasure?

When he noticed the words he used to describe the city of song, Wen Yiyi couldn't help looking at him more.

”What's the matter?” Aware that she looked at herself several times in a row, song Zhicheng asked her in a voice.

Just as the ointment on the cotton swab was gone, he threw away the cotton swab, took another one, stained it a little, and stretched it to her face.

Wen Yiyi subconsciously shrank back for a while, and was immediately broken off by song Zhicheng. She looked at his face, only to see his mouth open and close, and his gentle voice sounded in his ear, ”don't move, or it will be smeared on your eyes.”

So Wen Yiyi froze and let him smear and wipe on his face.

I don't know what kind of ointment he put on her. It's icy and cool. Besides a little bit of tingling, I can't feel anything else. I can even smell a faint fragrance, not a very bad smell.

Song Zhicheng took care of the wound on her face, threw away the cotton swabs on her hand, and asked Wen Yiyi: ”where else is it hurt?”

Wen Yiyi was silent for a moment. As song Zhicheng looked at her arm in the morning, she handed out her right arm.

Song Zhicheng noticed that the dress she was wearing was not her own, but a suit for men. There was a special mark on the suit. Song Zhicheng knew that it was a special mark for Mo Xiuchen, so this suit was also Mo Xiuchen's.

His heart slightly shocked for a while, some accidents, Mo Xiuchen will actually lend a suit coat to a woman.