Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

Inside the wooden box were various medicine bottles divided into different categories. Wen Qi took out the needed ones and began to treat the man's wounds.

The white cloth strips fell down, and what appeared in front of Wen Qi was a palm-sized wound, the tender flesh was rolling and hideous, and now it was bloody due to the previous bleeding, and the wound was sunken as if a piece was missing.

Wen Qi's eyes were flushed immediately, water vapor appeared in his pupils, and gradually gathered more, trembling in the eye sockets, his long eyelashes were tangled into three or two pinches.

Her soft and white fingertips vaguely traced the hideous wound through the air, and said in a low voice with red eyes: "It must be very painful."

"Wouldn't it hurt if I took you with me..."

Wen Qi's voice choked up.

If she was there, the incomplete sword body would not hurt him like this.

Seeing her distressed like this, Lu Xiuyi was both happy and helpless, his eyes softened, he raised his big hand to pinch her hand and kneaded it soothingly, and gently wiped her tears with the other hand.

The warm water soaked Lu Xiuyi's fingers, making his heart feel warm.

With a low smile, Lu Xiuyi kissed her eyes, and said lovingly, "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt."

"you're lying."

Wen Qi didn't believe it, and pulled out his hand with red eyes, pushed him straight, and turned his head to get something to clean the wound.

"I'm not lying to you." Lu Xiuyi sat obediently, looking down at her with a happy expression and a smile on his face.

He really loved the way she looked.

He could truly feel the girl's care for him.

The heart is filled with the girl's overflow, and the nerves feel soft and sweet, how can there be such a thing as pain?

Wen Qi pursed his lips and treated his wound slowly and carefully, pursed his lips unhappily, and said, "You're just lying to me, why doesn't it hurt."

Lu Xiuyi suddenly moved closer to her, and Wen Qi moved his hands away in fright, puffing his face in displeasure: "What are you doing!"

In the next second, her lips were blocked by the man, followed by a kiss that made her soften.

The man's gentle and affectionate gestures made her even more unable to resist. She was flushed with shame, and her heart was moved and softened by the kiss.

The sticky kiss ended, and she was sat on the lap by the man without knowing when, the big hand on the waist was strong and hot.

"Hoo hoo..." Wen Qi couldn't care less about being distracted, panting heavily, his head limply leaning against his neck, and the hand that was holding something was also hanging weakly on his lap.

"When you're here, I just want to kiss you and hug you, and how soft and sweet you are, so I don't have the time to feel the pain of the wound."

Lu Xiuyi said it as a matter of course, and combed her black hair with his fingers again and again, only to feel that the girl's hair resembled hers, soft and slippery, and he was so infatuated with it that he couldn't move his hands away.

"..."

Wen Qi was successfully persuaded by him, and her face was hot again, which made her extremely uncomfortable, and she wanted to treat his wound, but her hands were limp.

Finally, he said angrily: "Take care of your wound yourself!"

The voice was soft, and there was no deterrence even in anger.

Lu Xiuyi likes to listen, but he doesn't buy the content: "My hands are useless, so it's not easy to treat wounds."

"..."

Wen Qi looked down at the powerful hand on his waist: "You still have this hand."

Lu Xiuyi moved pretendingly, then frowned and said, "Hands are numb, and I can't handle it."

After finishing speaking, that hand was wrapped around her waist again, hot and powerful.

"...you're talking nonsense."

"I do not have."

Wen Qi puffed up his face and said, "Then you can treat the wound yourself when you don't feel numb."