"Dry your hair first." Gu Ting smiled, raised his bleeding arm, and reached out to grasp the gun barrel.

He moved upwards, and Shen Qing used force, but the gun was still against his forehead.

"Get lost." Shen Qing looked up at him. The veins on the back of the man's hand were bulging, and he seemed to have used a lot of strength.

She took a deep breath and smelled a faint scent of blood.

"You're sick." Shen Qing retracted the gun quickly and heard Gu Ting groan.

There was some blood on the barrel of the gun.

"Get...in here." Shen Qing glanced at him, threw the gun on the table, and then entered the room.

Gu Ting was stunned for two seconds, looked down at his bloody palm, smiled, went into the house and closed the door.

Shen Qing took out a medicine box and frowned when he saw the man fiddling with the hair dryer, "Don't dirty the hair dryer."

The medicine box was thrown onto the table with a loud noise.

"Oh." Gu Ting glanced at the girl carefully, and sat obediently at the table like a good baby.

"You don't have hands?" Shen Qing saw that the man was staring at him and gave him a look.

Gu Ting was stunned for a moment, raised his uninjured right hand, opened the medicine box and applied medicine to himself.

Shen Qing sat on the side and took out his cell phone to play.

As soon as the God of War came online, he received an invitation from Chu Yu.

Shen Qing was upset and logged off after playing for a minute.

[Chu Yu: Sister Qing, I'm dying, save me! ]

【System prompt: Your friend is offline. 】

Chu Yu:......

Time seemed to pass very slowly. Gu Ting raised his head and glanced at the girl next to him.

"Qingqing, can you help me tie it up?" Gu Ting held the straps and looked at her pitifully.

"You have so much nonsense." Shen Qing threw the phone on the table and looked at him with a cold brow.

Then he took the bandage, tore off a piece, and wrapped Gu Ting's palm roughly.

"Hiss, it hurts."

Shen Qing was unmoved. She tied a very ugly knot for him, and then pressed it on his palm with evil humor.

"Hiss..." Gu Ting took a breath.

The medicine given by Shen Qing stopped bleeding quickly, but it was very painful. Pressing the powder into the skin was more uncomfortable than sprinkling salt.

"Not even as good as a woman." Shen Qing glanced at him, removed the bandage on his arm, and applied medicine to him again.

"Are you talking about Sister Xia?" Gu Ting had sweat on his forehead.

Shen Qing's sister should be Miss Xia.

The wound on Gu Ting's arm was quite deep, and because of the force he used, it split open and bled.

Shen Qing pressed the man’s arm on the table, poured the medicine from the bottle directly on it, and then wrapped it with a bandage.

"So fast?" Gu Ting took another look at the white medicine bottle and found it looked familiar.

"Go away." Shen Qing stood up and closed the medicine box.

"Qingqing." Gu Ting reached out and grabbed her wrist. His voice was deep and hoarse, as if he was using a lot of strength.

"I didn't know it was you." He regretted not recognizing her the first time.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes, "What does this have to do with anything?"

Anyway, the feud had already been formed.

"I apologize." Gu Ting stood up and stood straight in front of the girl, like a small mountain.

Shen Qing raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, his eyes cold.

The man stretched out his right hand and gently pressed the girl's eyebrows. His Adam's apple moved, "I'll give myself to you as compensation, okay?"

"Not interested." Shen Qing raised his head, took a step back, and carried the medicine box into the small room inside.

Gu Ting pursed his lips, looked down at his ugly bandaged left hand, went to get a hair dryer, and gently knocked on the girl's door.

Shen Qing opened the door, glanced down at the hair dryer in his hand, and sat down on the bed with an expressionless face.

Gu Ting followed in and blew her hair carefully.

He moved very gently and carefully. Shen Qing's hair was long and thick, so he couldn't dry it in just one or two strokes.

Gu Ting stood there, gently lifting the girl's hair behind her ear, revealing her porcelain-white skin. He paused his hand movements and slowly lowered his gaze.

The pajamas Shen Qing was wearing were very thin, with a cross neckline below her collarbone. The marks on her neck had not faded yet, and against her white skin, they were even more eye-catching.

Shen Qing waited for a while, without a trace of wind blowing on her hair, raised her head and glanced at him,

"Does the wound hurt?"

Then I pulled his hand over and saw that there was no bleeding.