Today, Ah Wu was wearing a white tank top with a black shirt and black trousers. He was dressed like an ordinary person. The button of the black shirt was open. Now, his right arm was injured and there was a bloody wound.
Ah Wu lowered his head to look at his wound. He did not care about it and only said indifferently, “It’s nothing, it’s just a small injury.”UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m
“Even if it’s just a small wound, you have to treat it to prevent the wound from getting infected and inflamed,”Xuan Yingluo insisted.
Everyone began to treat the scene. Xuan Yingluo brought Ah Wu back to the office. She took out the medical kit and used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to sterilize him, “I want to suture your wound. There’s no anesthetic here. Can you bear the pain? Why don’t we go to the hospital to treat it?”
Ah Wu sat on the sofa and glanced at Xuan Yingluo. “This little wound is nothing. Just suture it.”
“Then bear with the pain.”
Xuan Yingluo took out a needle and thread and skillfully stitched his wound.
“Aren’t you in the hospital? Why are you here?”Xuan Yingluo asked.
Ah Wu looked at her palm-sized face. “Then why did you ask the director to send money to me?”
There was a layer of calluses on his fingertips. He caressed her delicate red lips back and forth, brushing past a matte feeling. Xuan Yingluo’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him. She saw his deep, dark eyes also landing on her eyes, he was looking at her intensely and straightforwardly.
Xuan Yingluo turned her head, wanting to avoid him.
However, Ah Wu’s movements became heavier. He rubbed her red lips back and forth to see that they had lost their color. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
What did he say?
Xuan Yingluo felt that her small face was burning up. It quickly became as red as a cooked prawn. She reached out and forcefully slapped his large palm away. “No, thank you.”
Ah Wu released his hand, and the two of them put some distance between them, letting the ambiguity dissipate. Xuan Yingluo continued to lower her head to help him patch up his wound.
“What kind of illness is Ah Juan? If you need it, I can help you introduce an expert in this area,”Xuan Yingluo said.
Ah Wu put his left arm behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, “Actually, she’s not that sick. It’s just that the other day when I was hiding in the closet with you, she found the fragrance you left on my body when we went home. She was very angry, so she slit her wrists and committed suicide.”
Xuan Yingluo paused and looked at him.