A similar thing had happened between Song Yingying and Zhao Weidong before, just in a different place and situation.

Zhao Weidong did not resist. Like a good student, he raised his hand and placed it in front of Song Yingying.

When Song Yingying saw it, she couldn't help but gasped.

Relying on her doctor's sense, she vaguely felt that there was a wound on Zhao Weidong's palm, but the man avoided it all the time, and the angle was tricky so that she couldn't take a second look.

"You were injured like this, why didn't you say anything? And why didn't you treat the wound? Are you stupid?"

Song Yingying was so anxious that she blurted out a bunch of "swear words" before she even realized what was going on. Why was she so anxious? Why was she so worried? Why was she so nervous?

Zhao Weidong's palms were large, but the flesh on the palms was worn out, and the blood had dried, leaving a mess.

That was because when the accident happened, he just wanted to hold the car with the strength of his palms. He used too much force, and the flesh on his palms rubbed against the car, leaving a series of wounds.

At first, Zhao Weidong's entire attention was on Song Yingying, and he didn't feel the pain in his palm at all.

As for later on, there was no more bleeding. Such a small wound did not need to be bandaged at all. The rough guy didn't care at all.

But Song Yingying is different, she cares.

She looked at the wound, furious, and annoyed that Zhao Weidong didn't care about his health at all. She wanted to glare at the man sternly, but she didn't expect to see the corners of Zhao Weidong's mouth move and he actually smiled.

He... is still laughing!

"You can still laugh? Was what I said wrong?" Song Yingying became even angrier. If the posture was not inconvenient, she would have wanted to put her hands on her hips and teach this person who didn't know how to take care of his body a lesson.

But she heard some completely irrelevant words in her ears.

Zhao Weidong said in a deep voice, "Look at how angry you are."

Suddenly.

Song Yingying was completely stunned. When she came to her senses, a wave of heat rushed to her face. Her pale complexion disappeared and turned red.

The information in her head was wrong!

Who says this man is a blockhead? Most of the time he talks about love with a cow!

Often this kind of man who looks rough and dull is the most deadly when he speaks love words in a serious and ordinary tone, as if they are wise sayings.

Thump, thump, Song Yingying heard the uncontrollable heartbeat in her chest.

No, no!

In a sense, it was the "first time" she met this man, so how could she fall for him so quickly?

"Forget it, you better stop talking!"

Song Yingying said something angrily, then lowered her head, wishing she could hide her red and hot face.

She picked up the tweezers, held the cotton ball soaked in alcohol with the tweezers, and then "fiddled" it on Zhao Weidong's palm.

Humph, just let him die in pain!

In the end...Song Yingying was soft-hearted.

At the beginning, Song Yingying used a little bit of resentment in those few blows and used a little bit of strength, but after that, she handled it gently, bit by bit.

It is most painful when alcohol touches a wound.

Song Yingying was afraid that she might hurt Zhao Weidong, so she frequently looked up and saw that Zhao Weidong didn't even frown, but just stared at her without blinking.

This made Song Yingying even more flustered.

After a few times, he stopped looking up.