After a while, Leng Shutong took out the corresponding tools from the medicine box. When they were ready, he began to wipe the wound for Han Yunting.
Her technique is very skillful, even can be called professional.
Han Yunting did not immediately observe her actions. In the excessively quiet bedroom, he could even hear each other's breathing clearly.
"Have you studied medicine?" Han Yunting looked at half the pay, but still could not resist curiosity and asked.
Leng Shutong took tweezers in one hand and gently lifted the broken hair in front of his forehead with fingertips in the other hand. "I didn't learn it, because I was always sick before, so... I've been cured after a long time."
Her explanation made Han Yunting frown almost imperceptibly.
Cold Shu Tong caught this scene, immediately stopped the action in the hand, "hurt?"
The cotton on the tweezers was stained with alcohol. She thought her technique was unfamiliar, so she hurt his wound.
Hearing this, Han Yunting gently shook his head, "no, you go on!"
How to put it?
At this time of Han Yunting, clever like a tiger with hair!
Even if the momentum is still, but more approachable than usual!
This is the most intuitive feeling of Leng Shutong!
It's strange that Xi Ze had a fight with him, which made Han Yunting less distant and indifferent!
Leng Shutong's mind inadvertently comes up with a picture of Xize beating Han Yunting, thinking and laughing.
Han Yunting raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "give me bandage, very funny?"
"No, I'm not laughing at you!"
"Who are you laughing at?"
Leng Shutong did not expect that Han Yunting would be so straightforward to ask, opened his mouth, casually made up a lie: "just think of a joke!"
Words fall, Han Yunting clear ground nodded, "what joke?"
Leng Shutong
Why didn't you find that he had the spirit of breaking the casserole to the end before?!
Is it brain damage?!
Leng Shutong doesn't open his eyes, pretends to treat his wound seriously, and doesn't want to continue this topic without nutrition.
A few minutes later, the bruise on Han Yunting's face was also disinfected by Leng Shutong. She put the tweezers back into the medicine box and told him, "the corner of your mouth is swollen. I'll ask the hotel for an ice bag later. You should apply it first.
In addition, I have simply bandaged my forehead. The wound is not deep, but I still don't touch the water these days to avoid infection. "
She exhorted all the details carefully, while Han Yunting was in a trance for a long time.
Later, he saw that Leng Shutong was going to leave the bedroom with a medicine box in his arms. He suddenly frowned, "where are you going?"
Leng Shutong looked back at him, opened the door and said, "I'll get the ice bag“
Han Yunting "Oh," nodded and closed his mouth, but there was a smile in his eyes.
Watching her busy for herself, I feel... Pretty good!
Anyway, as long as let her around themselves on the line, let Xize in the living room on their own!
At this time, in the living room, Xi Ze, who was on his own, holding the medicine box that Leng Shutong threw to his leg, saw that she picked up the landline phone from the ground, called the lobby and asked the waiter to send two ice bags in. He fell to the ground with a slightly hanging heart.
Although little stone did not give him medicine, but at least to two ice packs, there must be one of him!
What's more, where there is no blood on his body, it is black and red at most, and there is no need to bandage.
Then, when the waiter brought the ice bag, Xize reached for it, but saw Leng Shutong with two ice bags, walked around him and walked straight into the bedroom