Chapter 278
On an early autumn night, he was still wearing short sleeves, looking really angry, afraid that no one would see his good figure.
Exhibitionist…………
Jiang Qiao was wandering silently, but her eyes unconsciously looked at the man's neck and arms. She looked once and then quickly looked away, then looked again, like a thief.
She was so serious about peeking that she didn't notice the corners of the man's lips slowly rising.
The veins on Lu Xun's arm holding the bouquet were obvious. Noticing that the girl's gaze stayed on him for a little longer, he increased his strength, and veins on the back of his hand also bulged.
The slender, white hands have distinct joints, and the blue lines clearly visible under the cold white skin are full of power.
It is extremely beautiful yet has a bit of an indescribable astringency.
The elevator reached the top floor and made a soft "ding" sound. Jiang Qiao withdrew his gaze with difficulty and walked out.
The fingerprint lock opened, and Jiang Qiao went in first. After walking a few meters, she didn't hear the footsteps of another person. She realized that the man didn't follow in.
Turning around, Jiang Qiao saw the man standing quietly at the door holding the flowers. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing standing there?"
“…………Can I come in?”
Having made a mistake once, I dare not rush in again. I even have to think twice before asking questions, for fear that I might have said something wrong again.
Facing the man's focused black eyes, seeing the barely perceptible caution in them, and hearing such inquiries, Jiang Qiao felt a little annoyed: "I'm not stopping you from coming in."
"I was angry last time because you lied to me, but you didn't lie to me this time..." Jiang Qiao couldn't help but say,
Bringing up the past, Lu Xun pursed his lips and said, "I will never lie to you again..."
The quick-success approach and crude and flimsy lies can be easily exposed, making things worse. He will not make such a low-level mistake again.
There were so many bouquets that it took a lot of effort to move them all up. They almost filled up half of the living room, and the whole room was filled with a faint fragrance. At first glance, it seemed like I had entered a sea of flowers.
If you don't preserve it properly, it will wither in two days and eventually have to be thrown away.
Thinking that such a beautiful flower would end up in the trash can, Jiang Qiao felt depressed and fiddled with the flower with his fingers.
How to preserve fresh flowers? Dried flowers? This is too much. If she dried all of them, she would be exhausted.
It was all Lu Xun's fault. Why did he buy so much for no reason? Jiang Qiao became angrier and angrier as she thought about it. But the person who could make her vent her anger was not in front of her. She looked around and found the man on the balcony.
The balcony was large, with only a few pots of green radish and a cat bed. Lu Xun opened the wrapping paper, took out the pink roses, and put them in a vase with water.
The glass vase sets off the delicate pink, which is warm and romantic, and even the green thorns on the flower stems look beautiful.
Lu Xun's eyes were fixed on the protruding sharp thorns for a long time without leaving. It was unknown what he was thinking, and the emotion in his eyes was unclear.
After a while, he took a move and took out a flower from the vase. The flower stem was still wet and touched his skin. A drop of water slid down the back of his hand.
The thorns were sharp, pressing hard against the arm, and then slowly sliding down, leaving deep red marks wherever they went. The thorns easily pierced the skin.
Seeing a string of blood beads slowly seeping out, Lu Xun stopped moving and let out a light "hiss".
On the balcony, the man's subtle sound caught Jiang Qiao's attention.
Jiang Qiao didn't understand what was going on, so he walked over slowly. Just when he was about to ask "What happened?", he saw the scene on the balcony clearly the next second, his pupils shrank, and he swallowed back the words he hadn't finished.
There was a long red scar on the man's well-proportioned forearm, and even blood beads appeared, which made people tremble with fear. As time went by, the blood beads became bigger and bigger.
But Lu Xun was like nothing happened. He just wiped it off with his hand. Halfway through, he seemed to notice someone coming.
Meeting the girl's eyes, Lu Xun subconsciously paused, followed the girl's line of sight to look at his arm, and then slowly reacted, hiding his arm behind him as if to cover up: "There is still room on the balcony, I will move the remaining flowers to the balcony later."
At this time, Jiang Qiao's mind was still full of how to place the flowers. He took a deep breath to calm himself down: "Come here."
After saying that, Jiang Qiao turned around without caring about the man's reaction. Even his back seemed to reveal suppressed anger.
In fact, Jiang Qiao was really angry.
Lu Xun was injured, but the first thing he did was not to tell her, but to hide it. Jiang Qiao felt a nameless anger rising from her heart, burning more and more.
She walked all the way to the bathroom and saw the man stopped outside again. She said angrily, "I know you are tall, but you don't have to stand there all the time. What are you showing off? Everyone is over one meter tall!"
Jiang Qiao: "Come in!"
The tone was fierce, but the eyes were full of heartache and anger, so cute...
Lu Xun slowly lowered his eyes, his drooping eyelashes blocking the dark light that flashed across his eyes.
From Jiang Qiao's perspective, the man looked a little hurt, but he still walked in obediently.
Jiang Qiao couldn't even get angry at the man's submissive look. He pulled the man's arm, which was hidden behind his back, and placed it under the automatic sensor.
The clear water washed away the remaining blood and flower juice on the man's arm. Jiang Qiao lowered his head, made sure it was clean, and took out the spare iodine and cotton swab from the drawer.
The two sat opposite each other on the sofa in the living room. Jiang Qiao dipped some iodine on a cotton swab and carefully placed it on the wound. But he paused for a moment.
She had never learned any medical knowledge, but a sentence subconsciously flashed through her mind - rolling the cotton swab in the same direction can reduce pain.
It seemed that somewhere, someone had treated her wounds in this way.
Jiang Qiao was a little dazed for a moment, and several scenes flashed through her mind. In the scenes, the man lowered his eyes to treat her wound. His eyelashes were very long and thick, and his expression was serious.
Who is it? Who is the man who always appears in her mind? Why can't she see clearly?
"Jiang Qiao, Jiang Qiao?"
The man's low and pleasant voice pulled her back from her chaotic thoughts. Jiang Qiao closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had suppressed the dull pain in her heart. She said in a bad tone, "What did you do? Did it hurt you?"
"Wasn't it very powerful just now? Are you afraid of pain now?" Jiang Qiao said deliberately.
Lu Xun never argued with her, so he was choked for a moment after hearing her words. After a few seconds, he spoke: “No, it doesn’t hurt…”
"Oh, that's awesome of you."
With a tone that was neither sanity nor optimism, Lu Xun tactfully shut up.
Although the girl's tone was not very good, her hands were very gentle. She lowered her head slightly and wiped his wound carefully.
The light in the living room was on, shining on the girl's face. Her drooping eyelashes cast a half-circle shadow.
Here we come~
(End of this chapter)
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