Liu morxi turned and went to the cabinet to find the medicine box. Yin Mo Ting leaned against the bed and looked at her back. He had begun to hang a knowing smile on his slightly white lips.

Liu Moxi, who would take care of him in this way, was the bubble that had broken into his dream countless times. Now he can finally be close at hand, just within his reach.

So real and clear, Yin moting really hopes that his wound will never get better. What he can be sure is that his wound is bleeding and Liu morxi is distressing himself.

As long as he could feel that Liu morxi was distressing himself, he felt the incomparable warmth in his heart, the kind of tenderness he had never experienced, and the emotion he had been looking forward to for a long time

Liu morxi came over with a medicine box. After all, she was really not good at dressing wounds like this, and she still wrapped wounds for a man.

She took out the medical scissors from the medicine box, bumped them upside down, and hesitated to cut his bloody shirt.

Yin moting's tender eyes sprinkled on Liu morxi without reservation. He kept staring at her inch by inch. His cute little face was tangled, which almost made his injury better.

"Don't cut it." Yin moting felt that if Liu Moxi thought out how to deal with it, he might really die of bleeding. He still felt it necessary to guide her, "just use gauze and hemostatic drugs."

He put one hand on the bed and supported his weak body. He gently guided Liu Moxi to deal with his wound, and began to unbutton his shirt with the other hand.

Liu morxi looked at Yin Mo ting with scissors in his hand. His charming face favored by God was filled with a bit of decadence, and his posture was slightly lazy. Although he was a little weak because of bleeding, the whole person looked like a demon tempting her.

Maybe I'm really a little tempted!

However, Liu morxi's mind was still clear. She instinctively held the scissors in her arms and stepped back, "what do you want to do?"

"If I don't untie my clothes, how can you wrap the wound for me?" Yin moting explained with a bitter smile.

Although now is a good opportunity for him, he also wants to expose his man's nature in front of her, but now even if he has a heart... There is no blood!

"Oh, good." Liu morxi walked to Yin moting in a daze and picked gauze and powder in the medicine box.

She found a small bottle without label and name. It looked a bit like mouse medicine sold on the roadside stall, but there was nothing in the medicine box that looked like hemostatic medicine. Liu morxi was a little worried, so she picked it up and asked Yin moting, "is this it?"

"Well," Yin moting looked back at the bottle and determined that it was the medicine to stop bleeding.

"Are you sure this medicine works? It looks like a fake medicine!" Liu morxi still fiddled with the bottle in his hand, opened it and smelled it, but there was no smell.

Yin moting is very confident in that bottle of medicine. It is his own medicine, which has a miraculous effect on hemostasis. But that's one thing. Although it can stop bleeding, the wound heals very slowly.

When he trained his men in the early years, in order to cultivate their will, he would apply this powder on their wounds. Unexpectedly, he used it on himself today. Yin moting didn't let the doctor Li Mu bandage him, but chose Liu Moxi to apply this powder to himself. It was selfish.

Although he seems ferocious to Li Mu on weekdays, they all know that without mutual support, they will not have their own today. They treat each other as good brothers in the bottom of their hearts. If Li Mu finds out that he applied this medicine for Liu morxi, he may be despised in addition to worrying.

When Yin moting is facing Liu morxi, he can humble himself into the soil for love and be willing to wait for love to sprout slowly. But in the face of others, her domineering calm and Xiao Leng's aura can not be shaken, even Li Mu is no exception.