Just as he was gritting his teeth and enduring it, he suddenly heard Su Peishan tell him to take off his clothes. He was shocked and his eyes opened instantly.
"kindness?"
"Your wound needs to be disinfected first. I can't apply medicine to it if you don't take off your clothes."
Du Muchen did not immediately take off his clothes, but spoke in a very uncertain tone.
Are you sure you want me to take my clothes off?
"What time is it? Don't waste time. I need to get home and get my beauty sleep. Hurry up and take it off."
She was so sleepy that her upper and lower eyelids were fighting each other, and she wished she could close her eyes at any moment.
But right now, she had to be extremely careful to apply the medicine to the boy.
"If you weren't bleeding so badly and if this place weren't so far from the city, I would really suggest you go straight to the hospital for treatment."
I couldn't help but complain.
Du Muchen chuckled softly twice, glancing at his arm and trying to lift it up.
His action caused the wound, which was already bleeding, to start gushing out again.
"Do you want to die, you little brat?" Su Peishan saw the blood gushing out and hurriedly picked up a roll of gauze to press temporarily on the wound.
Du Muchen expressed his innocence: "I was just trying to move this arm a little so I could take off my clothes, as you asked, Sister Su."
Su Peishan was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening.
This kid's arm is so badly injured that he can't even take off his clothes.
But there were no scissors or anything like that in the first-aid kit, so I had to take off the sweatshirt.
"Never mind, I'll help you take it off."
There were only the two of them in the car right now, so this unlucky girl had to do it herself.
"This isn't appropriate." He said it wasn't appropriate, but a smug look flashed in his eyes.
Su Peishan didn't have the energy to pay attention to his cunning expression at that moment; she just wanted to treat her wound as soon as possible and then go home to sleep.
Raise the other arm first.
At this moment, Du Muchen was like an obedient child, raising his right arm as if he were a well-behaved child.
Because he had injured his left arm, and to avoid aggravating the wound, Su Peishan had to stay very close to him and slowly pull the sweatshirt up from the right side.
She was wearing a strapless dress, revealing large swathes of her fair skin, and the way she leaned forward exposed a large portion of her body to the man's view.
Seeing the sizzling scene, Du Muchen couldn't help but swallow, and a primal flame suddenly burned fiercely within his body.
He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down, but all he could smell was her faint perfume. Perfume has a captivating effect, and in this ambiguous atmosphere, it turned his already burning flame into a raging fire.
He held his breath with difficulty and turned his face away to avoid looking.
However, by sheer coincidence, Su Peishan's hand had already pulled the hoodie up to his neck, the most difficult part to move upwards, and Du Muchen's other arm was also injured.
To avoid aggravating the wound on the other side, Su Peishan moved her upper body forward a little, and the two of them were almost pressed together.
Su Peishan didn't think anything of it; at that moment, all her attention was focused on the hoodie that was sticking to her hands.
But Du Muchen was different. His heart was already in turmoil, and Su Peishan's head was almost pressed against his chest. The faint scent of perfume further stimulated his senses.
“Raise your arm a little higher.”
With no movement from above, Su Peishan impatiently urged, "You need to raise your arm a little higher, otherwise you won't be able to take your clothes off."
Du Muchen took a deep breath, turned his face away from her, and obediently raised his uninjured arm a little higher.
Because of his height advantage, Su Peishan, who was sitting at the same height as him, found it difficult to take off her clothes.
She simply lifted her skirt and knelt on the seat.
"What are you doing?" Du Muchen asked warily.
"You can't reach it, you need to be taller. You seem to have grown quite a bit taller since a few years ago," Su Peishan teased as she reached up to pull his clothes.
The slender boy from a few years ago still exudes a mature masculine charm, and has grown a few centimeters taller.
It's truly enviable that they can still grow taller at this age.
Du Muchen cooperated with her movements and finally managed to pull one sleeve off.
"It's not just in one place."
Her hand, which was clutching the hem of her clothes, trembled, and Su Peishan's face instantly flushed red as a hot stream of heat shot straight to her face.
She glared at Du Muchen with an annoyance.
"You... are filthy."
Seeing her so angry she looked like a frog with puffed-out cheeks, Du Muchen chuckled jokingly, and even the pain from her wound seemed to lessen considerably.
"What are you thinking? I think you're just full of inappropriate ideas."
"I'm not serious? Du Muchen, do you think I'm a three-year-old? What you just said..."
I mean age.
"Huh?" Su Peishan stared in surprise.
"Age...?"
Du Muchen raised an eyebrow and smiled, a hint of mockery in his expression.
"I was just 20 years old when I met you, and I was still a college student. Now I am 26 years old. If you do the math, it's been five years since we last had close contact. It's normal for me to have grown taller after not seeing you for several years."
Su Peishan's face flushed red and then darkened.
Although this explanation is also reasonable.
But she still felt something was off, though she had no proof.
Alright, let's quickly bandage this kid's wounds, then go our separate ways and go home.
She simply didn't have the mental capacity to outsmart or outmaneuver this kid.
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