Chatper 230 (2/2)

"Don't move!" Zhan Yeling forcefully straightened her legs that were about to be retracted, and pressed them on her own.

He took off her shoes and rolled up the legs of his slacks, with gentle movements.

The pants rubbed against the injured place, Xiong Miao couldn't help hissing in pain.

Zhan Yeling's deep eyes gave her a reproachful look: "Do you still know it hurts? Does your head grow to your butt? Even workers know that they have to wear gardening clothes when they go into the woods."

Xiong Miao curled her lips, but she was muttering in her heart: I have a head and a butt, and you forced me to do so! Well done, why did you throw away my necklace! Throw it away, why pick it up again? It caused me to return empty-handed, and you caught me on the spot!

Just when she was wandering, a cool feeling penetrated into the position of her wound, which was very comfortable.

When she regained consciousness, she saw Zhan Yeling holding a cotton swab and applying medicine to her wound.

One of his big palms held her calf, the rough texture between the palms, with the warmth between the palms, passed through the skin of her calf to her heart, comforting her dissatisfied heart.

She saw him staring intently at the wound on her leg, frowning slightly, and applying medicine gently.

It gives people the illusion that he is caring for a work of art.

Just as she was watching him lost in thought, the man's eyes lifted up.

She caught off guard and looked into his deep eyes, and the powerful deterrent force forced her to look away quickly.

"Be careful these few days, don't touch the water." After he said, he put her legs back on the sofa, got up, and walked outside.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" Seeing that he was about to leave, Xiong Miao asked while staring at his back.