Xiang Tianqing's face turned red. He shook his head in a panic and was about to get up. However, Yin Shaolong held her waist in his hand and dragged her buttocks with one hand. He pulled the man over and pressed him on his leg.

Xiang Tianqing was stunned and hot all over. Looking at himself straddling on his leg, he felt that this posture was particularly ambiguous, and he was struggling to get up.

Yin Shaolong held her down and said slowly, "when you take off your clothes, I think I will lose too much blood."

Xiang Tianqing's red face turned red for a while. If she looked in the mirror at the moment, she would be surprised that she was so easily blushed.

He lowered his head slightly, sat on his leg and did not dare to move. Thinking about the injury on his back, he gently reached out and began to help him continue to unbutton his shirt.

Looking at the woman with a red face in front of him, Yin Shaolong's eyes glided a touch of tenderness, and he could not help but recall her pale and skinny appearance in the hospital.

At first, he was really angry and heartbroken that she could not remember herself any more, so ruthlessly and thoroughly removed him from her world.

But now, all of a sudden, he felt that it was good to start all over again.

Originally, sitting on his lap was a lot closer to him, so it should be more convenient to unbutton, but Xiang Tianqing was more nervous, so that his hands were shaking all the time, and his movements were slower.

Suddenly, a big hand caught her small hand, Xiang Tianqing looked up at the gentle eyes of the man.

"If you don't do it like this, I don't care about the wound."

"Eh?" Xiang Tianqing was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what he meant. He just looked at him foolishly.

Until a few seconds later, he noticed the heat under him, and his eyes were a little flustered. He ran down from him and ran out of the room without looking back, as if he had run away.

Yin Shaolong looked at her back with a smile and a sigh of relief. He felt that he was really guilty and could not live.

On the other side, Xiang Tianqing ran back to her bedroom and leaned against the door, gasping heavily. Her cheek was still hot. She only felt a heart pounding, and every time it stimulated her eardrum.

After a few minutes, she gradually calmed down, gently out of breath and changed into a set of home clothes, struggling with whether she would go out to see his injury again.

Though hesitant, as soon as the bloodstain on his shirt appeared, she opened the door again and walked out again.

After thinking about it, she turned around and ran to the living room to get the medicine box. It seemed that this would make her run away from home without looking so embarrassed.

However, as soon as she reached out to pick up the medicine box, Xiang Tianqing looked at the red spot on her arm that was not obvious. She was stunned again, staring at both arms. She didn't know why, and her eyes were covered with water mist

After more than ten seconds, she regained her consciousness, gently pulled out a slightly farfetched smile from the corner of her mouth, turned out the pills in her backpack, swallowed two more tablets, and then pulled down her sleeve. Then she folded the medicine box back to the door of Yin Shaolong's bedroom.

Yin Shaolong happened to take off his shirt and change into a pair of pajamas. He noticed something moving in front of the door. He turned his head and looked at it. He seemed surprised that she would come back.

Xiang Tianqing still did not dare to look at his eyes directly. He stepped forward and said, "I I've brought the medicine box here. Let me help you with the wound... "