But the injury on her shoulder is not good, which will inevitably affect the wound, blood suddenly seeped out through the thin clothes, pale.
Flower willow face of the color of fun when the convergence of a clean, nervous forward to hold her, "but involved in the wound? Xiaomo flower… "
" don't worry. " A word has not finished, Mo Shanghua has come forward to check, look attentive, "you avoid."
Hua qianliu grabs Nanhe's clothes with his fingertips. The worry in his eyes almost overflows his eyes. Fortunately, he is not the one who dawdles. He soon gets up and goes around the outer room.
Mo Shanghua just sat down in Hua qianliu's position. With her green fingers, she untied Nan he's skirt flexibly, revealing her thin shoulders wrapped in bandages.
On the bandages, there was blood.
Without saying a word, Mo Shanghua took apart the bandage and bandaged the wound medicine for Nan he again.
Looking at the enemy in front of him, he was so serious about dealing with his wounds. Nanhe felt very sad. "I didn't expect that you and I would have such a day. I think it's the limit to live in peace with you under the same roof. "
Mo Shanghua's hands kept moving, but he laughed and said, "don't think it's your own reason. In order to return the favor of Hua qianliu, I don't want to treat the injury of your wife."
South crane even ear lobes are red, piansheng also pretended to be calm face, "I and he blocked a sword, but look at the Lord's face, there is no other reason, I am not what Pavilion Lord lady, you don't want to nonsense."
However, this serious but flushed look, credibility is not high.
Mo Shanghua smiles and deliberately tightens the bandage slightly. Nan he frowns with pain and takes a breath of cool air.
"But some pain? Be patient, and I'll find you some painkillers. " Outside the room flower thousand willow concern voice immediately spread to come over.
South crane suddenly understand come over, can't help but droop eyes, pale face is a ruddy.
Mo Shanghua tied up the bandage and handed the clean clothes to Nan he. "You see, you just have a little pain, and he is very nervous."
Nanhe's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his cheeks were as red as cooked shrimp.
Mo Shanghua just stood up, picking up her medicine box and saying in a loud voice: "come in."
Almost at the moment when the voice fell, Hua qianliu came in in a hurry, squatted in front of Nan he, carefully supported her shoulder, looked left and right, and asked softly, "just now, the wound was torn again?"
South crane some uncomfortable body toward the bed inside moved move, "nothing, has been dealt with."
When Hua qianliu saw that she was so cold, she was about to ask again. However, Nan he pulled up the quilt and only showed his eyes. His voice came from the quilt, "I want to have a rest. You go out first."
Mingming seems to be so calm on the surface, but in fact, her heart has become a mess because of the words of flowers. Now, I really don't know how to face the flowers. I just want to be alone.
With Hua qianliu's character, he might say a few more words, but now he has a lot more patience with Nan he. He nodded without saying a word, and carefully tucked in the quilt for Nan he. "Then you have a good rest. The medicine you drank these two days is quite bitter. I'm going to buy more preserves for you."
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