After rebirth, the ascetic Mr. Li stepped down from the altar for me

Li Yehan did not immediately apply medicine to Qiao Mian.

Instead, he went to wash his hands first.

After that, he carefully unbuttoned her top.

The uneven scenery and the skin full of dense small wounds were instantly displayed in front of him.

Her skin was snow-white, and the wounds lining it were particularly red.

Looking at this scene, the man's eyebrows gradually began to deepen.

His gaze was like an iron.

Qiao Mian's skin felt hot everywhere she went.

The heartbeat, silently, messed up the rhythm.

Qiao Mian pursed her lips in grievance, looked at him with her reddish eyes and said, "Brother Ye Han, am I ugly now?"

"No." He responded subconsciously.

After saying that, he took off her left sleeve.

The left arm was also covered with various large and small scars.

He looked at her deeply, then picked up a cotton swab from the bedside table, carefully dipped the ointment in it, and began to apply it on her skin.

Every move is like repairing a precious antique, gently and carefully.

"hiss……"

The ointment seeped into the skin, causing slight pain, and Qiao Mian couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Li Yehan glanced at her again and said nothing. He just leaned down silently and carefully blew the wind on her wound.

At this moment, Qiao Mian couldn't help but recall the past with Li Yehan during the summer vacation when she was fourteen.

At that time, Bai Yihan took her and Li Yehan to watch the show in country F.

She insisted on wearing a pair of high heels to the show.

That was the first time in her life that she wore high heels.

As soon as she entered the show, she fell down.

The knee was hit without any bias, and I don’t know who fell on the diamond.

Then, a small hole broke.

Li Yehan immediately felt distressed, hugged her sideways, and went to the VIP lounge backstage.

I asked someone to borrow cotton swabs, disinfectant, and band-aids.

The door is open.

Many models passing by saw the aloof young master of the Li family kneeling at the feet of a girl and carefully disinfecting her wounds.

I don't know how many people are envious of her.

That day, too.

As soon as she pondered, Li Yehan immediately used his mouth to blow air on her wound.

His face was full of distress.

There is tenderness in his eyes.

Thinking of this, Qiao Mian's eye circles suddenly became even redder.

The clear and bright eyes were involuntarily stained with mist.

She sniffed gently and said, "Brother Ye Han, don't you think the scene now is the same as when we went to country F to watch a show during the summer vacation when I was fourteen?"

"Brother Yehan, do you still remember?"

Hearing this, Li Yehan curled his lips bitterly, but said nothing.

From childhood to adulthood, those memories of Qiao Mian were like tattoos.

Deep in his heart.

How could he forget.

"Brother Ye Han, I'm sorry." Qiao Mian said again.

Li Yehan said nothing and just continued his actions.

The cool breeze blows through the wound, bringing with it magical healing power.

It made her feel that it really didn't hurt that much anymore.

Seeing Li Yehan's serious look, a feeling of warmth came to my heart.

A heart, warm and sour.

After carefully applying the medicine to her upper body, Li Yehan removed her pants bit by bit to her ankles...

Those two legs, even though they were scarred, were still amazingly beautiful.

"Brother Yehan, you have to remember the injury on my thigh and help me apply medicine..."

Just one sentence made Li Yehan feel like his brain was exploding.