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It is rare for Wen Dong to be so dazed like this moment.

Of course, it's not that he hasn't heard beautiful flirting words, even on the contrary, he's heard too many, too subtle or too much.

However, Wen Dong has never had a moment like this moment. The moment he heard it, he felt his heart skip a beat, and then it accelerated suddenly, as if there was a springbok hidden in his chest, overactive. , and deafening.

But Wen Dong's daze was only for a moment.

In the next second, he suddenly closed his eyes, his heartbeat was still beating like a drum, but there was nothing leaked on the surface——

The corners of Wen Dong's lips curled up, and he showed a beautiful smile towards Ji Lin, then he leaned forward and slowly approached Ji Lin, his eyes never left Ji Lin's eyes for a second, until he clearly saw Those light brown eyes were completely filled by his own reflection, and Wen Dong's movements stopped temporarily.

At the same time, his lips are infinitely close to Ji Lin's thin lips, and he only needs to advance a very small distance to fit them perfectly.

But Wen Dong stopped his movements and stopped moving forward, an invisible and charming air flow flowed through the narrow gap between the two of them in an instant.

"My hunter," Wen Dong said suddenly, as if deliberately addressing Ji Lin like that again, he asked word by word in a slightly joking tone, "Are you asking for a kiss from me now? "

"No," Ke Ji Lin hooked his lips, denying it without hesitation, with a gentle and pious smile in his voice, "I'm praying for a gift from my little rose."

Wen Dong's breathing stagnated for an instant, and he subconsciously pursed his lower lip——

His heart was beating too vigorously. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, his springbok-like heart would jump out of his throat and fly to Ji Lin.

But it was still only a short moment, the thought of keeping calm and taking control in front of Ji Lin was deeply rooted in his mind, stretching a string called reason for Wen Dong, he closed his eyes again, and then Forced to be calm and ready to kiss.

However, Ji Lin suddenly opened his mouth again, his voice still smiling and gentle: "My little rose, you are nervous."

Not a question, but a statement.

Wen Dong suddenly opened his eyes, subconsciously wanting to refute.

However, before he could make a sound, there was a strange touch on his lips that he had never felt before——

Slightly cool, too soft, slightly moist, faintly smelling of blood...

All of this is a clear reminder, or a sign to Wen Dong, that at this moment, he is being kissed by Ji Lin.

Maybe it's because this is the first kiss between them, maybe it's because they haven't really determined the so-called another relationship that can live and die together, or maybe it's because of the gentleman in Ji Lin's personality, in short, this kiss is not intense It's not in-depth, it's just a light taste and a gentle grind.

However, because of its gentle rhythm, all the details seem to be infinitely stretched and magnified——

The chaotic and entangled breath, the subtle sound of lips constantly tossing and grinding, like a drum beating and it is difficult to distinguish whose heartbeat, the gradually warming air, and the neon outside the window leaking in through the gaps in the curtains...

Every tiny detail is stretched and magnified to the extreme, so that it penetrates deeply into Wen Dong's soul.

……

A regular knock on the door suddenly sounded, pulling the two away from the almost selfless kiss in an instant.

Wen Dong's shoulders tensed for a moment, and he took a step back and sat back on the side of the accompanying crib.

He deliberately didn't look at Ji Lin, and looked in the direction of the door of the room without squinting.

It was only at this moment that Wen Dong finally realized that there was a transparent glass on the door...

That is to say, their wanton kiss just now has probably been seen by the little nurse...

Thinking of this, it was extremely rare for Wen Dong to experience what he called embarrassment.

But obviously, the little nurse who walked in looked even more embarrassed than him, she didn't even look at Ji Lin, she just stared at Wen Dong, and said anxiously: "I...I'm here to give you stitches of!"

Wen Dong finally did not refuse this time, but stretched out his injured arm in cooperation.

The little nurse became anxious after seeing it, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't I bandage you well before? Why did you become like this!"

The bandaging was wrapped extremely casually, and it was also soaked in fresh blood a lot.

"Sorry," Wen Dong replied politely but casually, "I was not careful."

The little nurse wanted to say something more, but when she raised her head inadvertently, she just happened to catch a glimpse of the same obviously abnormal crimson color on the lips of the two. When she realized something in an instant, the little nurse's eyes widened, and in an instant Shut up and stop asking.

Wen Dong watched intently as the nurse took off the blood-soaked bandage on his forearm and placed it on the medical tray beside him, and then cleaned his wound briefly again.

After cleaning up, the nurse looked up at Wen Dong, and reminded: "You need at least eight stitches for this wound, and it will be very painful. I'll give you giant anesthesia first."

The nurse was originally a normal reminder, Wen Dong didn't need to answer, and then lowered her head again to prepare the anesthetic.

But Wen Dong stopped it and said, "There's no need for anesthesia, just sew it up."

The moment Wen Dong's voice fell, he keenly felt that from the corner of his vision, Ji Lin's gaze, which was originally fixed on his wound, suddenly moved to his side face.

Without turning his head to look, Wen Dong smiled lightly to meet the nurse's astonished eyes, and said casually: "I am resistant to all anesthetics, and the conventional dosage may not work for me, so don't waste hospital resources. "

This seems to be a very casual sentence, but only Wen Dong knows how much courage he spent, and how he suppressed the long-established instinct to block himself before he finally took a step out of the safe zone. The secret he buried deep in his heart, which he originally planned to bring into the soil, finally opened a small gap to Ji Lin.

Ji Lin suddenly stretched out his left hand, which was still intact, and passed it to Wen Dong's lips involuntarily, and said in a deep voice, "Don't bear the pain, bite me."

The little nurse froze, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether what Wen Dong said just now was true, or if she said it deliberately for fun...

Wen Dong lowered his eyes and stared at the big sharp-edged hand in front of him. His breathing was stagnant for a moment, but he returned to normal in an instant. He even laughed and said jokingly: "Did you do it on purpose? The right hand is no longer usable. You let me bite your left hand, and if both hands are injured, can you lie flat as a sick patient and enjoy my services?"

As if he didn't expect him to say that, Ji Lin raised his brows slightly, and after a while, he murmured, his usual gentle and indifferent tone revealed a bit of interest: "It sounds very good, then you should bite it harder."

Wen Dong: "..."

With all due respect, Ji Lin, you are really perverted!

The nurse really didn't want to stay in this weird ward for a long time anymore, she interrupted the two of them with a cough on purpose, and then warned loudly: "Sir, then I will respect your wish and start stitching without local anesthesia." Already!"

Wen Dong nodded, and responded warmly, "Thank you."

The nurse got ready and finally started stitching.

Rao was mentally prepared, but at the moment when it really started, Wen Dong's arm trembled slightly due to the body's instinctive stress response due to pain, and his brows knit together subconsciously.

It was indeed very painful, after all Wen Dong was only resistant to the medicine, not the pain.

But like an instinct carved into his bones, Wen Dong immediately controlled the trembling of his forearms, his brows stretched out again, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, not letting out the slightest sound.

He focused on patience, and didn't notice that Ji Lin's expression suddenly sank.

The hand that was handed to his lips did not let go from the beginning to the end. At this time, his long fingers touched Wen Dong's thin lips, and he pried open his teeth with an undeniable force, and the fingertips went deep.

"Bite it down," Ji Lin sat up straight with one hand propped on the bed, leaned close to Wen Dong, and pressed against his ear as if bewitching, "It won't hurt if you bite it down, the deeper the bite, the better, okay? "

Fighting against the pain has almost occupied Wen Dong's entire mind at this time. Ji Lin's proposal sounds too tempting, as if a certain factor hidden in Wen Dong's soul is starting to move around again, making Wen Dong finally give up the tug-of-war with reason. , gave up restraint, and finally complied with Ji Lin's will, and maybe it was his own, and opened his mouth to bite Ji Lin's fingertips.

The excitement that surged from the bottom of my heart rushed to my brain in an instant, as if it really diluted or covered up part of the pain.

Feeling Wen Dong's sharp teeth pierce the skin, Ji Lin exhaled without a trace, and the mad beast in his heart was temporarily at peace.

The nurse's prediction was very accurate, no more, no less, exactly eight stitches were sewed.

After finally finishing the treatment, the nurse dutifully explained the precautions, and then quickly put away her equipment and prepared to leave.

But when she picked up the medical tray with Wen Dong's previous blood-stained bandage, Ji Lin suddenly raised her eyes, and said warmly, "Excuse me, can you leave this to me?"

The nurse paused, turned to look at Ji Lin, and asked doubtfully, "What?"

Wen Dong also finally turned his head to look at Ji Lin, his eyes rarely showed two points of confusion.

"I mean," Ji Lin's lips hooked slightly, and he said slowly, "Can you leave me the things in your tray?"

Nurse:"?"

Wen Dong realized that what Ji Lin was talking about was actually the bandage that had been soaked in his blood, his brain rang out in an instant, and the springbok that had been temporarily resting in the chest became active again in an instant.

"Are you crazy?" Wen Dong couldn't help scolding in a low voice, "Why do you keep that thing?!"

As if he didn't realize how abnormal he was at all, Ji Lin's gaze was fixed on the blood-stained bandage on the tray in the nurse's hand, and he said unhurriedly: "It's very beautiful, it's your blood, the color of your blood It’s beautiful, keep it as a souvenir.”

The author says:

Today's nurse question: Is this patient really not brain damaged?

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Waiting for a long time... This chapter has been written unsatisfactorily before and finally overturned and rewritten...The next chapter will continue with the plot.

"Highlight" basically has to go out all day for three days from 7.14 to 16. I try my best to write code words, but with my bald head and tortoise hand speed, it is estimated that it will be difficult to update on the 15th... Let's make an appointment for 7.17 to [-] Point, as early as possible, it will be this point sooner.

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