It was already after six o'clock in the afternoon when everything was dealt with and returned to Xiao Shixin's house.

When Tang Xiaoran opened the door, the room was very quiet. She thought Xiao Shixin hadn't gotten off work yet. She stood at the shoe-changing entrance, looked at the brand-new, shiny silver high-heeled shoes on her feet, and slowly puffed up her face. .

When she walked out of the factory, she realized that she was too angry to pay attention to the feeling on her feet, and the heel of her right foot was worn out at some point.

The left foot is also a little sore, and the skin in contact with the edge of the upper is slightly red.

If she hadn't used high heels as sneakers along the way, her situation might not have been so tragic.

When she relaxed her mind, the pain from the wounds on her feet woke up one after another, frantically clamoring to transmit the sensation to the brain through the nerves, and instantly occupied all her attention.

Pain... piercing pain...

She was the only one in the empty room. She took a deep breath, puffed her face in aggrieved way, leaned on the wall and bent down to try to take off her shoes, and said to herself, "Your father hurts to death."

She was a little lucky that she didn't realize what had happened when she was still in the factory, otherwise Tang Xiaoyu would see it, and she might make a noise so that the whole world would know—by then she would give the workers an even more impression of a noble lady miss.

When she reached out to take off the high-heeled shoes, her expression changed exaggeratedly, she opened her mouth to make a silent cry, her brows were wrinkled like pickled cabbage, in the cruelty that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, the high-heeled shoes separated from the heel In an instant, a muffled groan escaped from his throat.

Looking down, the thin layer of skin on the heel of the right foot has been worn away, the area around the wound is red and swollen, and blood has already oozing from the middle.

The high heels that were taken off were all stained with a layer of bright red, and the visual effect was quite scary.

Holding the shoe, Tang Xiaoran stared blankly at such a tragic wound. For a moment, she felt that she was really a talent.

——How did you not feel any pain like this before?

The right foot tentatively stepped on the cold ground, then retracted and lifted up in mid-air in the next second, and finally landed on a pair of soft cotton mops beside him.

Then she grinned and endured the pain and took off the shoe on her left foot.

For the first time, she felt that the distance from the porch to the living room was so far, as if it extended infinitely to the end of the world.

With drooping shoulders in frustration, she moved towards the living room step by step, not forgetting to check the time, planning to finish the treatment of this terrible wound before dinner, otherwise if Xiao Shixin saw it——

Sister Xin can't feel sorry for her to death?

When Xiao Shixin came out of the study after taking the medicine, and walked through the corridor to the living room, he was almost startled by the people sitting there.

This is the consequence of too good sound insulation in each room of the house.

Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, she walked towards the sofa and said lightly, "You're back?"

Immersed in the process of treating the wound, Tang Xiaoran didn't hear her footsteps at all, and was startled by her voice.Raising his hand, he held the ball of blood-stained tissue in his palm, and immediately put down his raised foot, turning his head to look at Xiao Shixin who appeared suddenly in shock, Tang Xiaoran said in a daze:

"Xin, sister Xin? When did you come back?"

When did Xiao Shixin come back?

Can she teleport her!

Seeing her familiar flustered movements, Xiao Shixin glanced into the wastebasket next to her, saw the speckled red balls of paper, looked back at her, pursed his lips, and asked coldly :

"what happened?"

Tang Xiaoran quickly threw in the last ball of tissues in her hand, and looked down to see that the heel was no longer bleeding, and the wound did not look so exaggerated.

Completely gone from the sore face of the dramatist in the hallway, she blinked her dark brown eyes, pretending to be indifferent: "I wore a pair of new shoes today, and my feet are a bit worn out, it's nothing. Sister Xin, don't look so serious, It's scary."

Xiao Shixin walked to her side, leaned over and held her ankle, trying to lift up the wound to have a look.

Tang Xiaoran put all her strength on her feet, tiptoed to the ground, raised her hand to grab her hand, and said dissuadingly, "It's really nothing, I'll put a band-aid on myself in a while."

Xiao Shixin looked up at her.

The emotions in the long and narrow phoenix eyes were cold, as if they could freeze people in place in the next second.

Tang Xiaoran subconsciously withdrew her hands, so she had to smile apologetically.

Why do you think Mr. Xiao is particularly fierce today?And it's not that kind of angry... How should I put it...

Seeing Xiao Shixin's face getting worse because of her wound, Tang Xiaoran pulled off the cuffs of her formal dress and called out, "Sister Xin."

Xiao Shixin pursed her lips and didn't respond. In her previous impression, Tang Xiaoran was never a person with great endurance or perseverance. When she was young, she would howl twice when she fell flat on the thick carpet. How come she can bear it so much?

Mr. Xiao now feels that the direction of his pampering seems to be a bit wrong.

People's partners are getting more and more delicate, why is her partner getting stronger and stronger? ? ?

"Sister Xin, have you... come to be your aunt?" Seeing that there was someone who was more worried about her wound than herself, Tang Xiaoran didn't feel much, and turned her attention to other things.

Especially when the person standing in front of him was Xiao Shixin, the pain in his feet was not important at all, how could there be anything more important than Xiao Shixin in this world!

Xiao Shixin: "..."

Putting Tang Xiaoran's feet on the sofa, she stared at the other's big eyes expressionlessly, almost suffocating with distress, and finally turned into helplessness: "No."

"Sit still, I'll get the medicine box." After she said that, she turned and walked towards the room.

Tang Xiaoran pouted, looked at her feet, and suddenly realized something after a while, and shouted over there: "Sister Xin, I just want a Band-Aid!"

1 minute later.

A protracted tug of war ensues in the living room.

Xiao Shixin: "Come here."

Tang Xiaoran Jinji pulled behind the sofa independently, staring at the bottle of spray in her hand with horror, shaking her head like a rattle: "No, no, no, sister Xin, we have something to talk about, you put down the things in your hand first."

Xiao Shixin: "..."

Those who didn't know thought she was holding a kitchen knife in her hand.

After a few seconds of confrontation, she put the spray back in the medicine cabinet and replaced it with a bottle of iodine.

When she got it in her hand, she realized that the bottle was used up, so she had to look at the new hydrogen peroxide next to her.

Tang Xiaoran watched her movements, and still shook her head crazily behind the sofa: "I don't need disinfection! My body's immune system is very strong! I can jump and jump now, and my feet don't hurt at all! I only need a small band Aid."

After speaking, she compared her fingernails and described how small the bandage was.

Xiao Shixin... Xiao always felt a little itchy.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she looked at the people behind the sofa and calmly repeated her words: "Come here."

Tang Xiaoran frowned in confusion, looked at her expression, moved slowly from behind the sofa to this side, looked at her expression while walking, and did not forget to add another layer of insurance for herself:

"I can come by myself, sister Xin, why don't you go to your business first?"

When Xiao Shixin saw her being so cowardly, she really wanted to know where the person who was sitting on the sofa smiling at her and pretending not to be in any pain had gone.

Tang Xiaoran reached out to take the disinfectant from Xiao Shixin. She stared at her with beautiful clear apricot eyes, and her light pink lips parted and closed: "Sister Xin, the president's series of self-examination three times a day—Excuse me, today's company stock price... Did it go up? Did the company’s stock go up today? Today’s company’s stock..."

Xiao Shixin put her feet on his lap, leaned over and pressed Tang Xiaoran on the back of the sofa, and blocked her chattering mouth.

The girl looked at her with wide eyes in shock.

Soon, apart from the shock, there was a layer of joy in his eyes.

I was very happy to trick Sister Xin into a kiss again.

She put her arms around Xiao Shixin's neck, focused on responding to him, and even deliberately bit Xiao Shixin's soft lower lip.

However, soon, Xiao Shixin tore away the illusion of gentleness on the surface, and aggressively increased the intensity of plundering, making the person who was addicted to the slow rhythm instantly overwhelmed.

Even the gesture of hugging her neck to get closer has changed, and instead it is on her shoulder.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Xiaoran couldn't help opening her palms and making a scratching movement on the sofa. She raised her head and tried her best to get out of the suffocating kiss, and the hand on Xiao Shixin's shoulder also changed. You have to work hard.

"Xin... um!"

She felt in a daze that Xiao Shixin wanted to swallow herself.

A layer of mist filled the dark brown eyes aggrievedly, and Tang Xiaoran felt that she was about to be pressed into the sofa——

Just when she was about to protest again, Xiao Shixin suddenly let go of her.

Seeing her panting slightly, Xiao Shixin suppressed the rolling emotions in his eyes, looked away, and turned to look at the wound on Tang Xiaoran's foot.

Tang Xiaoran leaned limply from the backrest on the sofa cushion, stared at the ceiling for a while, then squinted over, and said softly like a tease: "Sister Xin, next time you kiss me, can you stop being so lustful- As fierce as begging for dissatisfaction? It's not that you won't be allowed to go up—hiss! Ahhhhhh!"

What changed her from teasing to yelling was Xiao Shixin's action of dipping disinfectant on her wound with a cotton ball.

The burning pain traveled from the heel to the calf, thigh, and spinal nerves, and then spread all the way to the mind. It exploded like firecrackers, making it too late for her to bite her teeth.

He even sat up from the sofa in pain.

If it wasn't for Xiao Shixin's pressing on her calf, Tang Xiaoran might have performed an upgraded version live at this moment:

Stand up in shock in dying.

Her tears came down in a flash.

Raising his hand to wipe it in pain, he called her angrily, "Xiao Shixin!"

Mr. Xiao raised his eyelids lightly, and looked at her: "Huh?"

Tang Xiaoran's eyes were ignited by the arrogance caused by the pain, but the bright dark brown was soaked in tears and only showed grievances. Seeing Mr. Xiao's indifference to his ruthless hands, he instantly felt like a child who had lost love:

"You...you bully people..."

The author has something to say: I obviously feel that I am not writing about showing affection, but just taking medicine seriously, why does it seem that I am full without eating... hiccup...

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