Chapter 143 I'll be gentler
The familiar and pungent smell instantly reminded Song Qingqian of the pain she felt when she cut open the festering flesh during the last wound cleansing.
The corners of her eyes twitched, but she quickly held it back.
With his dusty face, he tried hard to look as if nothing had happened.
He Donglai saw everything and remained calm.
He whispered.
"I'll be gentler."
Before Song Qingqian had time to appreciate the possible tenderness in these words, the cotton ball soaked in alcohol had already touched her wound.
The blood-stained flesh came into contact with the disinfectant alcohol.
The excitement and pleasure can be imagined.
“Hiss…”
Even though Song Qingqian tried hard to clench his teeth, he still couldn't help but let out a hissing sound.
She closed her eyes tightly, and the corners of her narrow, phoenix-like pupils trembled pitifully.
He Donglai tried his best to slow down the movements of his hands, but the irritation of the disinfectant alcohol was everywhere.
If the disinfection is not thorough and there are bacterial residues left in the skin, it will cause secondary damage and may leave scars again.
Song Qingqian is such a beautiful person.
Even if she is alone at home, she will dress herself up beautifully and cleanly.
She will definitely feel uncomfortable if she is left with a scar.
He Donglai had no choice but to harden his heart and dip the cotton ball in alcohol again, rubbing it back and forth on the bloodstains.
He lowered his head slightly, and the glasses on his nose slid down, but he could still clearly see Song Qingqian's painful face.
He Donglai asked while moving.
"Why are you helping catch chickens?"
"ah?"
Song Qingqian was in so much pain that she didn't hear clearly what He Donglai said for a moment.
He Donglai repeated it calmly.
"Why are you helping catch the chicken? That big hen looks fierce and might hurt someone."
“…But I caught it.”
Song Qingqian frowned tightly, endured the pain, and tried to concentrate on answering He Donglai's questions.
He Donglai nodded, "Yes, I saw it. You caught such a big chicken. That's amazing."
Song Qingqian's tightly closed eyes slightly opened.
She glanced at He Donglai in confusion, but only saw the man's gentle, elegant but expressionless face.
Is he... praising her?
Are you serious?
Or is it sarcastic?
I saw with my own eyes that she got herself into a mess while trying to catch a chicken, and finally fell to the ground. Is she really that good?
Jiang Rou held one in each hand and didn’t even get her clothes dirty.
How does she look like her...
As Song Qingqian was thinking this, her attention was diverted unconsciously, and the pain in her arm was no longer so obvious.
Seeing this, He Donglai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After disinfection, he began to apply other lotions.
That medicine is less irritating than disinfectant alcohol.
Song Qingqian was a smart person, and after a while, she understood why He Donglai suddenly said these words.
This is to divert her attention.
She glanced sideways at He Donglai's profile. The pair of black eyes that had been hidden behind the lenses were staring intently at her wound.
It seems like... hiding love and care.
Song Qingqian's heart, which had been stirred up before, surged again.
She gritted her teeth and blurted out.
"What about you? Why did you come to this island?"
Song Qingqian's question caught He Donglai off guard.
As soon as the man stopped treating the wound, the cotton ball poked Song Qingqian's wrist, causing some pain.
Song Qingqian frowned in pain.
But she couldn't just let go of the words she had finally said.
She paused and asked again.
"He Donglai, you are a student at a military academy, and you are a top student there. The military leaders should value you very much. Why did they send you to this remote island? Why are you still a company commander?"
All at once.
Song Qingqian asked everything that he wanted to ask.
She almost said directly: Is it because of marrying me that I have become a burden to you?
He Donglai was caught off guard and heard Song Qingqian's question.
He was not mentally prepared at all.
A hint of panic flashed across his handsome face.
Because he was treating Song Qingqian's wound, he was always leaning over, and the two of them were very close.
When He Donglai raised his eyes, he met Song Qingqian's eyes which were fixed on him.
Because Song Qingqian was trying hard to endure the pain, her eyes were red and watery with physiological tears.
But her gaze.
Focused, cool, staring.
It was as if she was interrogating He Donglai and was determined to get the answer she wanted from him.
Song Qingqian had never looked at him like that before, and He Donglai was shocked.
He quickly turned his eyes away.
He Donglai took out a gauze from the medical box and said, "I'll wrap the wound for you. Don't let it touch water for the next few days, and don't use that stuff too hard."
The intention to evade is obvious.
The white gauze was opened and was about to be wrapped around Song Qingqian's wrist in circles.
but.
Click.
He was held down by Song Qingqian.
Song Qingqian raised her eyes, her narrow and long red phoenix eyes showed her most rebellious look.
Just staring at He Donglai.
Staring firmly.
She spoke again.
"I heard what the other sisters-in-law in the compound said. They said that you had to come to this island because you married me. It was because of my class background that you were not promoted and were demoted to a company commander. He Donglai, answer me, are these words of the sisters-in-law true?"
He Donglai's hand was held down by Song Qingqian.
His eyes were stared at by Song Qingqian.
Inside the chest, there was the sound of an out-of-control heartbeat.
He Donglai didn't know the circumstances under which Song Qingqian heard these words.
But he wanted to hide all of this and never let Song Qingqian know about it in his lifetime.
He didn't want her to bear any guilt or self-blame.
Not at all.
He Donglai turned his eyes away and replied.
"It's not true. I was sent to the island on my own accord. It has nothing to do with anyone else."
At the moment the words fell.
The whole room was quiet for a few seconds.
The silence is terrifying.
He Donglai turned his head to the side, not wanting Song Qingqian to see his expression at this moment.
Song Qingqian raised her chin slightly, her expression frozen.
It was hard to tell whether she was disappointed or relieved.
After a while.
Song Qingqian loosened his hand and took the gauze from He Donglai's palm.
She held the wound gauze tightly, ignored the unbandaged wound, stood up and walked towards her room.
That back figure was thin and resolute.
He Donglai turned his head subconsciously and looked at Song Qingqian's back.
Many times, the couple parted in silence.
He could only watch Song Qingqian's back as the door closed and she disappeared.
This time, it will be the same.
At this moment, He Donglai was overwhelmed with a strong sense of regret.
Did he... say something wrong?