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Chapter 870 Don't you want to eat that dish?
But don't wait for Lin Zhaoxia to take the second step.

The door to the next door was opened.

Yang Moyan was dressed in pure black pajamas, with a noble and handsome face, as usual indifferent, his black hair was a little wet, and he looked like he had just washed up.

Seeing Lin Zhaoxia, that indifferent and expressionless face fluctuated slightly, and his eyes fell over, "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs, find medicine."

The boy looked sideways and only gave four words.

Yang Moyan over there had already walked over, stretched out his hand to hold the boy's arm across a step, "Does it hurt?"

The boy nodded, his appearance changed to a normal and obedient one.

Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you opposed to medicine?"

How could you not object.

But the medicine was not for taking, Lin Zhaoxia felt that she was slowly accepting it.

After all, the wrist injuries I had suffered a long time ago were all medicines.

At that time, it was not accepted very well.

"Arm hurts."

Lin Zhaoxia pursed her lips, not wanting to reply, and raised her eyes, there seemed to be fog inside, causing little ripples if there seemed to be nothing.

There are always some pitiful looks.

The corners of Yang Moyan's lips curled slightly, and he went downstairs by the boy's wrist.

A servant came over, "Do you want something to eat, master and young master? I'll let the kitchen prepare it."

"No, I'll cook myself later."

But Yang Moyan said very lightly.

The servant just nodded and went down.

After all, I have become accustomed to it.

Since the young master came, it was not uncommon for their young master to go in and out of the kitchen occasionally.

On the contrary, the young man raised his eyebrows, "Cooking yourself?"

"Don't you want to eat that dish?"

While talking, Yang Moyan had already pulled the young man to the sofa, pressed the young man's shoulder to make her sit down, and turned to get the medicine box.

When I came back, I heard the boy's clear voice, "Is it for me?"

"otherwise?"

Yang Moyan asked indifferently, glanced lightly at the young man, put down the medicine box and opened it, and took out the ointment and gauze inside.

By the way, there are some disinfection equipment.

Lin Zhaoxia stopped asking questions.

In fact, even if I wanted to ask, I couldn’t open my mouth.

Because all eyes were attracted by the disinfectant that Yang Moyan opened.

She was a little hard to accept, "Can you... omit this step?"

With a very light voice, Yang Moyan did not raise his eyes, "Disinfecting the poison will heal the wound well."

Lin Zhaoxia still couldn't accept it.

The main thing is that it is okay to apply medicine, disinfection and so on... so painful things, don't you?
But obviously Yang Moyan didn't think that way.

After finishing the disinfectant, he picked up the cotton swab and pulled the boy's arm.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't even have time to struggle, the cotton swab soaked in disinfectant had already dropped.

Just above that patch of redness.

The painful touch swept through his whole thoughts in an instant.

Lin Zhaoxia only felt that her whole brain had turned white, her lips trembled, and she gasped.

Yang Moyan knew what Lin Zhaoxia was most afraid of, but this was a necessary link, but he just watched the young man's face turn pale.

His brows furrowed slightly.

When disinfecting, as the cotton swab falls, it is followed by gently blowing air.

Lin Zhaoxia felt it.

The eyes that were turned slightly sideways turned slightly at this time.

I saw that Yang Moyan's head was a little lowered, and those dark green eyes were looking at the burnt area very seriously, and he was disinfecting the burn bit by bit with a cotton swab, and blowing gently on it.

This method is still better.

At least the pain was halved.

However, Lin Zhaoxia has never had the ability to face up to her own wounds.

His eyes only turned around for a moment, then turned sideways again.

But the corners of the lips raised slowly.

(End of this chapter)