His strong arm was stained with dried blood, and it was impossible to tell how deep the wound was.
Late at night, the room filled with green plants and flowers was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Lu Xiaogun had an expression that said, "Nonsense, didn't you see whether I was injured or not? Why do I need you to get the first aid kit?" He looked leisurely at Lin Yang who was standing across the coffee table like a wooden man.
Lin Yang felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, and it took him a long time to find his voice:
"You, you'd better take care of the wound. If it's very deep, you have to go to the clinic!" She said seriously, bending down and pushing the white first aid kit towards him.
"Come here!" He finally spoke, with a slightly displeased tone, like an order.
He was so domineering that she dared not disobey, and she obediently walked around the coffee table and went to the sofa.
She was like an abacus bead, moving at his command.
Lu Xiaogun was very frugal with words. Without saying anything, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down with a little force, causing her to fall onto the artistic-style fabric sofa!
When she fell, her heart started pounding in her chest, "boom, boom, boom". She was already very nervous and thought he was going to beat her!
When she turned around, she saw the man sitting next to her. He was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, had long arms and legs, a black crew cut, a bronze complexion, three-dimensional facial features, a cool and handsome face, and a domineering look. He turned his head to the side, holding a purple clay teapot in his right hand, and looked at her indifferently with his black eyes under a pair of black, neat eyebrows.
"This injury is caused by you. You are responsible for dealing with it!" He said in a deep voice, and while speaking, his pair of black eyes stared at her without blinking.
Then he turned his head, poured a cup of tea, held the cup and drank it, put down the cup, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
This injury is caused by you, you have to be responsible!
Is that what he meant? She didn't even have a reason to refuse! Lin Yang sat there in a daze, blinking her eyes and looking at his left arm.
The evening news came on TV, and she finally opened the first aid kit and found cotton balls, alcohol, iodine...
She wiped the dried blood off his arm with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol, and she saw the scar clearly. It might have been cut by a wine bottle. It was a long and thin cut. It didn't look very deep, but it wasn't shallow either, otherwise it wouldn't have bled so much.
Lin Yang only had eyes for the wound on his arm, and he treated it for him carefully and seriously, like a student doing homework.
Little Gunye stretched out his right arm and placed it on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and sat there in a lazy and slovenly posture, watching the news expressionlessly. His injured left arm hung naturally. Lin Yang was already squatting on the ground, so that it would be more convenient to treat his wound.
"Uncle Gun, I'm going to apply iodine to the wound. It might hurt, so just bear with it!" Lin Yang raised his head, looked at him, and said seriously.
Lu Xiaogun lowered his eyes...
The short, straight black hair was clipped on one side of the ear, revealing a perfect and beautiful side profile. The girl's face was full of collagen, her skin was transparent and fair, and her lines were soft, which contradicted her neutral outfit.
He suddenly wanted to see her with long hair and in a skirt...
"Does it hurt? Just bear with it!" Lin Yang tilted his head and looked at him. The iodine cotton ball was pressed on his wound, but he tried not to use too much pressure for fear that the wound would not be disinfected inside.
However, he didn't even frown!
"Young Master Lu—" Little Mu, who had been looking for them but couldn't find them, pushed open the door and shouted. But when he saw the scene beside the sofa, he shut up.
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