Chapter 463

Hearing his voice, song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then turned red and glared at him.

She snorted coldly and doubted: "now I think that you may have done it on purpose, but you can't afford it on purpose!"

When the cold will hand, yang to her eyes shook, "so much blood, just temporarily can't die, I'm not so stupid!"

"Is it that serious?" Song Qinghuan whispered.

Shi Yuhan looked at her seriously: "recently, there was a news on the Internet that someone had a little injury on his foot. He didn't care about it at that time, and let it not deal with the news that it became serious and had to amputate, eh? So don't underestimate that, OK? "

"Have I become so vicious in your heart? You know I didn't mean to Song Qinghuan, who has already dealt with the wound, after bandaging, takes revenge and angrily presses on his wound.

When Yuhan didn't shout pain, he frowned. Then he used his uninjured hand to fasten song Qinghuan's hand.

Song Qinghuan subconsciously raised his leg to kick him. When he saw this, he immediately raised his foot and put her in his arms like a cocoon.

Forget the leg injury, just hit, twist, so struggle slightly.

"Ah, it hurts..." Song Qinghuan bruised and sprained that place, spread a sharp pain, pain song Qinghuan, forehead instant sweat dripping.

When Yuhan's eyes sank, he immediately realized that something was wrong with song Qinghuan.

He took back his hand and asked coldly, "what's the matter?"

Song Qinghuan gently shook his feet to relieve the pain and said, "just now, I accidentally bumped my feet, but it should be OK."

She said with a smile, said the injury is nothing, not serious.

When the cold cold indifference with a face, immediately song Qinghuan's legs up, gently good on the sofa.

He carefully looked at Song Qinghuan's ankle, pressed it a few times and asked, "does it hurt?"

Song Qinghuan pointed to the ankle next to the way: "here hit, and just twisted, so some pain, but it should not get in the way."

When the cold "well" a, left and right gently touched, and then stretched out his hand, light way: "there is a bottle of wine in the medicine box, open it to me, I'll give you a rub with wine."

"I'll do it myself, your hands are injured," Song Qinghuan took out the wine, turned it away and thought of it in his hands.

However, he was stopped by shiyuhan.

"I'll clean your own direction." When the quiet voice sounded, Yuhan put his hand in front of song Qinghuan and motioned her to pour the medicinal wine into his heart.

Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at him. In the face of his hegemony, she couldn't resist. She was helpless and obedient.

When the cold alone hand rub hot palm hand, then close to song Qinghuan's bare feet rub up.

"Otherwise, I'll do it," Song Qinghuan said, biting his lip. He always felt that his hand was clumsy when it moved.

Of course, she did not dare to say that.

Say he's clumsy, unless she doesn't want to live.

"No!" When she was in the cold, she didn't even glance at her. She continued to knead her head, and her fresh black hair slid on her forehead.

Song Qinghuan's eyes, along his hair, through his thick eyebrows, a little bit down, and finally fell on his cold thin lips.

This lip kisses her, every time with it gives the person's feeling is not the same, special burning and passion.

Sometimes, she really suspected that he had a dual personality or split personality.