Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

The noon sun shone through the young man's golden hair, like the shape of the gap in the net, and like the light rain falling from the sky, it fell on her face softly.

Her palms hurt very badly. She didn't understand why she felt such pain when she touched the beautiful rose, and it became heavier and heavier. In the end, she attributed the pain to the fact that her wrist was grabbed by Keigo Atobe with.

Although it was soft and without any force, she couldn't feel the pain like stars in her palm.

Almost a slight movement of her would cause sharp pain from the sharp thorns buried deep in the flesh and blood.

"Atobe..." Irie Mijin seemed to forget to add the honorifics that his parents had repeatedly emphasized to use because of the pain.

The boy didn't turn his head back, but in Irie Mijin's eyes, his back became stronger. He was carrying her on his back, and the direction in front of him was facing the sun, which became stronger and stronger as noon came. The light beam made her squint her eyes. The back of the boy in the middle seems to be a little blurry, too dazzling.

He was carrying her away, she couldn't see his sky-like eyes.

The Atobe house is so big that they walked for 10 minutes to reach that gorgeous place. Although it was Keigo Atobe’s single room, I don’t know how many times bigger than her room. Only hers occupied it. The balcony of half the area of ​​the house is about the same size as Keigo Atobe's balcony.

The pain in Irie Mijin's palms seemed no longer so strong, or maybe it was just numb. She looked at his room, which was very tidy. She seemed to smell the roses in the flower garden again, but it was much weaker.

"Doctor Honda." Keigo Atobe nodded slightly to Kyoichiro Honda who knocked on the door and entered.

"Master Atobe."

"Help Master Ben to see what's wrong with her hand." Keigo Atobe stretched out her small hand in front of Doctor Honda, then let go of her hand and sat on the sofa.

Irie Mijin's hand suddenly lost such a heart-warming temperature, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think about it. In fact, sometimes you can know it just by thinking about it. In fact, you can discover a lot.

But she just didn't want that much.

Kyoichiro Honda asked Irie Mijin to sit on the sofa. He squatted halfway to inspect her wound, carefully rinsed it with disinfectant, and the water fell into the medical basin that had been prepared earlier. With his eyes clearly seeing that the dark red rose-like blood was much lighter in color, Honda took out a tool and carefully picked out the thorns in her palm, carefully not letting any of them go.

"Si——" Doctor Honda pulled the thorn out of her palm every time, which made her gasp.

After the disinfection, Dr. Honda wanted to bandage it up, but Irie Mikishin stubbornly said no, he looked at Atobe Keigo, saw the young master nodded and he backed out.

Irie Mijin looked at the palms in her hands after cleaning. There were large and small shallow holes in the white palms. Because she had a phobia of trypophobia, a trace of nausea flashed in her pupils when she saw these dense holes.

She took out a pack of OK stretchers with a lamb pattern painted on it from the pocket of Harlan's shorts with shoulder straps, and carefully stuck it in the palm of her hand, but now she couldn't hold it with her palm.

"It's really not gorgeous." Keigo Atobe's blue eyes looked at the two OK sheets in Mijin Irie's palm, his eyes were still arrogant and arrogant, "If there is nothing else, just go out of my young master's room."

Mijin Irie seems to have failed to understand Keigo Atobe’s eviction order, showing a child’s unique innocent smile. Even if she is a complete tomboy, she still has to maintain a good image in front of unfamiliar people. It was lost because of the pain just now. The honorifics are long overdue.

"Thank you, Atobe-san."