Young Master Qin's Heart-Eating Secret Pet

Cen Ziyan took the medicine box that Lu Mei handed over, quickly took out the gauze, iodine, cotton swabs, etc., took off the apron, sat on the bench and lowered his head to treat his own wound.

Lu Mei wanted to go forward to help, but was stopped by Cen Ziyan. After wiping off the blood, the wound showed its original appearance, a very slender one, not deep, but a long one left on the arm. Next, it's kind of scary.

After she finished treating the wound, she wanted to take the apron she had just taken off and put aside, and continue her unfinished cleaning work.

However, Lu Mei refused to let her continue cleaning the kitchen no matter what she said, she hurriedly stopped her, "These things are what we should do, Miss Cen can just sit and rest, this wound should not touch water."

Since someone was willing to help with the aftermath, Cen Ziyan didn't refuse any more, and sat by the kitchen window sill, silently rubbing the skin near the wound on her arm, trying to slightly weaken the strong tingling sensation.

"Actually, young master, his losing his temper is only on the surface. He is soft in his heart, but he always likes to put on a serious face. Miss Cen, don't worry about it. I watched the young master grow up. He There is no other way, after all, we have to support the Qin family." Lu Mei explained to Cen Ziyan while tidying up.

Cen Ziyan listened to Lu Mei's words, his eyes fell outside the window, and he gradually lost his mind.

She and Qin Hanfeng grew up together since they were young, and she was more or less aware of Qin Hanfeng's temperament.

How could it be so complicated as what Lu Mei said?

Qin Hanfeng treated her like this only because in his eyes, she was a cruel and ruthless murderer back then, and because of that little friendship, he was reluctant to let her go, so he has been entangled all the way so far.

By the time the whole kitchen was cleaned up, it was already late at night, and Cen Ziyan leaned against the window sill and fell asleep from sleepiness.

She was blowing cold wind on the elevated shelf, and her body was weak. When she watched Lu Mei tidy up the kitchen, the tiredness accumulated for a long time slowly surged up, and she just closed her eyes and fell asleep without knowing it.

Lu Mei was hesitant to wake up Cen Ziyan, it was cold at night, if she slept here, she might catch a cold.

"Aunt Mei, go down and rest first, I will take care of it here." Qin Hanfeng interrupted what Lu Mei hadn't said yet, and instructed her in a low voice.

She glanced at Qin Hanfeng, then at Cen Ziyan, paused for a moment or nodded in agreement, then quietly bowed and left.

Qin Hanfeng walked over, passed Cen Ziyan's knees with one hand, and wrapped her shoulders with the other, gently picked her up, and walked to the bedroom.

Cen Ziyan slept soundly, and didn't react too much. He nestled obediently in Qin Hanfeng's arms, a small ball, without the hard armor and sharp thorns in the daytime, but a little more docile.

He put Cen Ziyan on the bed and tucked in the quilt for her.

Probably because she felt that something was pressing on her body and she was uncomfortable, Cen Ziyan twisted her body slightly, and stretched out her hand from under the quilt.

The wound he suffered in the kitchen just now was directly exposed to Qin Hanfeng's sight. After applying the medicine, the wound looked particularly ferocious.

Qin Hanfeng took advantage of the opportunity and sat down by the bed, raised his hand to gently stroke the scar, because the slight tingling sensation caused by the touch made Cen Ziyan frowned faintly in his dream, and he immediately moved his hand away when he saw it.

Looking at Cen Ziyan's sleeping face, his heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable feeling, and he really didn't know what to do with her.