Brother Donggong

I glanced outside, the lights were already on, and it was getting dark outside.

I closed my eyes, turned my head to continue sleeping, and murmured, "Little Lian, don't giggle when the lights are dark, although you are very good-looking, it's a pity that your face is too white, your hair is too black, and you are very strange. You'll scare the living if you laugh like that."

I didn't hear him speak for a long time, but my forehead was warm, I opened my eyes, Xiao Lian sat on the side of the bed, his palm was pressed against my forehead, and he said, "It's a little hot."

"Huh? Fever?" I stretched out my hand and put the back of my hand on my forehead, "It's a little hot, no wonder I'm groggy when I came back from the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion. Xiaolian, you and Cucumber should go eat first, I'll Go to sleep by yourself and save some noodle soup for me."

Xiao Lian didn't speak, turned around and left.

His steps were so light, it was like a ghost floating on the water.

When he closed the door lightly, I closed my eyes, turned sideways, and wrapped myself in the quilt, but suddenly I didn't feel sleepy. My mind seemed to be boiling, and it was full of the scene of being turned red with Wen Zhan that night.

In fact, the result of that day was not miserable. Apart from being unable to get out of bed the next day, I didn't have many injuries on my body, and even there was only a little redness and swelling.

But, I feel like things are getting worse.

The original Wen Zhan was young, reckless, and would hurt others, but that was all his nature, and it could even be said to be his sincerity.

No matter how domineering and willful he is, he never controlled me like the night before.

That night, my body and my feelings seemed to be in his hands, and I could only tremble and let him manipulate me.

The horrifying vortex is enough to drown me, leaving no bones left.

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became. I covered my head with the quilt, but I heard a creak and the door opened.

I turned my head, Xiaolian left and came back again.

I thought he was bringing me noodle soup, but in his hand was a wooden tray with a roll of white ribbon on it and a wooden box.

He sat on the bed, pulled my hands out of the quilt, and gently raised my sleeves, revealing the white ribbons wrapped around my wrists.

He said softly, "I'll change your medicine."

"Huh?" I wondered, "You are so meticulous. I thought no one would know if the sleeve was in the way. How did you know that my wrist was injured?"

I was tied up by the prince that night, and when I woke up the next day, I felt that my wrist was about to break.

Although Wen Zhan bandaged my wound, my hand still hurts, and I can't use my strength.

I thought, anyway, there are people waiting around me, and I don't need to do anything by myself. Besides, the clothes I wear have big sleeves, so if I cover it like this, others can't see it.

Xiao Lian didn't speak, just held my wrist, untied the white silk tied by Wen Zhan, and dipped a Songjiang cotton towel in water to wipe off the ointment left on the skin.Then Xiaolian lit up the candle, and I realized that my wrist was black and blue, which looked quite creepy.

Xiaolian's gentle fingers touched my arm, "It's not swollen anymore, and the tendons in my hand are fine, Chengyi, give me a firm grip."

I listened to what he said, and took his hand to hold me. Although my arm was sore, it was not easy to use too much force, but Xiao Lian tried it lightly, and it was not so easy to pull her hand away.

"It should be fine. I'll give you the medicine again."

As Xiaolian said, she picked out the ointment from the wooden box, applied it on my wrist, and then covered it with a white cloth.

After wrapping one hand, wrap the other.

Both hands were wrapped, and my hands were wrapped like two swollen melons.

I compared left and right, but I couldn't move my fingers. I thought, "Xiao Lian is not a doctor at first, so it's not bad if she is wrapped up like this, and I can go to eat with him." I lay down again, but Xiao Lian didn't leave.Not only did he not leave, but he also pulled off the quilt wrapped around me, reached my neckline, and opened my clothes, "Chengyi, the wound under my body also needs to be treated."

what?

do not……

I didn't say a word, Xiaolian moved as fast as peeling rice dumplings, peeling me naked.