In the end, she couldn't help but walk forward and said with concern: "Your hand is injured, let me take a look at your hand." As she spoke, Luo Jiaojiao gently placed the clothes in her hand on the table, and then carefully took his right hand.
Upon closer inspection, his hand was bleeding, perhaps because he had used too much force when hitting Zhou Lin, or because he had scratched something.
"Wait a moment." Luo Jiaojiao said softly, then turned around hurriedly and took out gauze, disinfectant and wound medicine from the cabinet.
Leng Mohan habitually raised his eyebrows, and looked at Luo Jiaojiao's skillful movements with some surprise in his heart. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "How do you know where the things are? Do you also know how to treat the wound?"
Leng Mohan stared at Luo Jiaojiao, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart. He realized that this woman not only had a charming appearance, but also had a kind and delicate heart.
At this moment, his feelings towards Luo Jiaojiao became more complicated. There was admiration, gratitude, and perhaps a hint of love quietly sprouting.
"Well... I really didn't mean to look through it. I just wanted to help with the cleaning, so I opened the cabinet and took a look." There was a hint of nervousness in Luo Jiaojiao's voice. She was afraid that the other party would misunderstand that she was touching his things.
Her eyes revealed sincerity and anxiety, hoping to gain his understanding.
"I've also learned a few things in my life about how to deal with wounds. I'll clean your wound first. It may be a little painful, so please be patient." Luo Jiaojiao picked up the unfinished cold boiled water on the table and rinsed the wound carefully.
Her movements were gentle but firm, showing her concern, and she was somewhat relieved that the wound was not very big.
Then, she moved closer to the wound and blew gently. The gentle warm wind blew on the wound like her delicate care.
Leng Mohan felt his entire right arm go numb and a little itchy, but he resisted the discomfort. He quietly looked at the little body squatting in front of him, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.
Luo Jiaojiao carefully applied the golden medicine to his wound, and then carefully tied the cloth strips. Every move she made was full of care and caution, as if she was treating an extremely precious item.
Leng Mohan felt that Luo Jiaojiao was making a fuss out of nothing. This injury was nothing to him. Was it necessary to use medicine and cloth strips? He thought so in his heart, but did not say anything to stop her.
He didn't even move, as if he was afraid to disturb her concentration. At this moment, he felt a strange and warm emotion.
Strangely, the feeling of boredom in my heart dissipated a lot, and my frown gradually relaxed.
"Why did you come downstairs without permission? Didn't I ask you to wait for me at home?" Leng Mohan's eyes were as cold as ice as he turned to Luo Jiaojiao, his tone full of unquestionable questioning.
Luo Jiaojiao knew that he was asking why she didn't follow his instructions and wait quietly for him to come back at home. She glanced at him secretly, and the uneasiness in her heart was like the turbulent waves.
She spoke softly, as if afraid to break the tense atmosphere, "When I was packing clothes, I accidentally dropped your military uniform downstairs. I thought, go pick it up. Besides, the military uniform is already covered with dust, I... I'm really sorry."
Her voice was weak and trembling, full of self-blame and apology.
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