High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 85 Taking medicine is a kind of torture

Nonsense, if she nodded, wouldn't this guy just drag her to change her medicine?

Think about it or forget it.

But how did Lin Zhaoxia understand Yang Moyan's brain route?
It was only a glance to know the strange thoughts in Lin Zhaoxia's mind, Yang Moyan stood up and took her arm, "Go."

"Eh? Where are you going?"

Lin Zhaoxia still had the pulp in her mouth and didn't swallow it, so she was forced to stand up. She quickly took a few bites of the fruit in her mouth, and swallowed it whole.

"Go back to the medicine."

A cold sentence, obviously with such a nice voice, but the four words that came out of Lin Zhaoxia's heart had infinite resistance.

"It doesn't hurt, really."

Standing still, Lin Zhaoxia withdrew her arm.

"The efficacy of the medicine has passed, and your inadvertently revealed emotions, you can't fool me, Lin Zhaoxia." Yang Moyan turned sideways slightly, staring at the young man who was still nibbling an apple in front of him.

Lin Zhaoxia paused while biting the apple. Is this guy the new Sherlock Holmes alive?

Let him know everything, good and bad.

But this time, she was obedient and walked forward by herself.

Yang Moyan followed behind her, staring at the boy's straight back for a moment, then shook his head, he was too thin.

After returning to the room, Yang Moyan took out the medicine, Lin Zhaoxia stretched out her arms cooperatively, and then closed her eyes, "Take it easy, it hurts."

"Didn't you just say it doesn't hurt?"

Yang Moyan wanted to laugh.

"Didn't you also say that? That was just now." Lin Zhaoxia opened her eyes abruptly upon hearing this.

Just at this time, Yang Moyan completely removed the gauze from her wrist, and all she saw was the wound that she couldn't look directly at. Lin Zhaoxia's breathing was a little short, and she turned her head suddenly.

"A little inflamed."

"what?"

Yang Moyan dug out the disinfectant alcohol from the medical kit, dipped it in with a cotton swab, and lightly lit it near Lin Zhaoxia's wound.

The burning pain hit her, even though she knew it was taking medicine, it was still a defenseless thing for her.Her shoulders trembled, Lin Zhaoxia bit her lip, and forced herself to suppress the pain in her throat.

So afraid of pain?

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Moyan finally understood how scared Lin Zhaoxia was.

"Call out the pain, there are no those nympho girls here," Yang Moyan said as he eased his hands more and more, and the processing speed became faster and faster, "Your male god persona will not collapse. "

"Yang Moyan, this is the first time I've discovered that you also have a shivering side?" Inevitably, Lin Zhaoxia chuckled, "Call out when it hurts? I'm not those delicate girls, I'm not that weak, hurry up Yes, I'm sleepy and want to go to rest."

Not those delicate girls?
It was so painful.

Yang Moyan didn't forget the time when someone passed out because of the pain.

When applying the medicine, Lin Zhaoxia's arms were trembling, but she kept turning her head and didn't make a sound.

This guy... won't pass out from the pain again, will he?
Yang Moyan's eyelids twitched, his heart became suspicious, his hands moved faster and faster, after a few bandages, he stretched out his hand and touched Lin Zhaoxia's shoulder, "Lin Zhaoxia?"

Lin Zhaoxia let out a deep breath, turned her head, her face was a little pale at the moment.

"It's a real torture."

When taking medicine.

But fortunately, after the medicine was applied, there was a cool and refreshing feeling on the wrist, which was a good feeling.

(End of this chapter)