Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 297 Rescuing a Little Milk Cat (10)

Qingzhou stretched out his hand to poke an undressed wound on Mu Zhe's body, and heard the boy's breathing change, and then regained his composure in an instant, then raised his head and asked expressionlessly, "Does it hurt?"

Mu Zhe didn't understand what the question meant, and didn't know what kind of answer she wanted to hear, so he hesitated for a few seconds and answered honestly: "It doesn't hurt very much."

It really doesn't hurt, the girl's hand touching him is very light, this pain is nothing compared to the pain in other parts of the body.

Qingzhou was silent for a few seconds, then turned to open the medicine box with a straight face.

"Get down, don't scream for a while if it doesn't hurt."

Mu Zhe was slightly stunned, then turned around and lay down obediently, but in his heart he was guessing what she was going to use to treat him.

Is it a prop or...

Cold alcohol-scented cotton was applied to his back.

The tingling pain hit suddenly, Mu Zhe didn't notice it for a while, and subconsciously groaned, clenched and loosened his hands on the bed.

He heard the girl behind him say coldly: "Isn't it not painful?"

Mu Zhe: "..."

It was different from the pain he had imagined.

After disinfection, Qing Zhou removed all the wooden thorns and dirt on the edge of the wound one by one, cleaned up some pus and festered places next to it with small scissors, and finally wrapped it with medicinal gauze.

Her movements are not gentle, but very professional.

Mu Zhe pursed his lips tightly, and pinched the bed sheet tightly with his fingers until he turned white.

I don't know if it's the wound on his back that hurts more, or the inexplicable panic in his heart is more.

"Okay." After bandaging his back, Qing Zhou stood up and rubbed the center of his brows, then said lightly, "Turn over."

Mu Zhe's body froze.

Qingzhou stopped teasing him, took a thin blanket and covered him up, then turned around to pack the medicine and gauze.

When dealing with the front, the teenager's reaction was a bit bigger, after all, he couldn't see what she was doing when she was standing behind him, so he just let her go.

But when the other party stood in front of him, breathing on his chest, Mu Zhe suddenly didn't know where to look.

The dragon horns on the top of the girl's head are beautiful, delicate and fragile, and the translucent black glows with warm milky white through the light.

She lowered her eyes, and although there was no expression on her face, she treated the wound seriously and focused.

He seemed to have never been treated so attentively.

Mu Zhe was distracted for a moment.

Qing Zhou took a look at the wound bandaged by the doctor in the arena, and found that it was treated fairly clean, so he directly applied a layer of medicine and bandaged him with new gauze.

The wound on the upper body has been treated, and then the lower part.

There were many scrapes and scratches on Mu Zhe's body, and Qing Zhou carefully disinfected them one by one.

Although Mu Zhe's nerves were subconsciously tense, but being treated so tenderly, the exhausted teenager still felt drowsiness uncontrollably.

His eyelids trembled a little, and a pair of cat ears trembled and folded into airplane ears.

However, in the next second, an inexplicable feeling suddenly came from the rear.

It was like a burst of electric current rushing up with a tingling feeling, Mu Zhe was startled suddenly, but was pushed back on the bed by someone pinching his tail gently.

The girl standing by the bed looked over with a little doubt in her dark golden eyes.

It seems that he doesn't understand why his reaction is so big.

Mu Zhe opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse: "Tail, I can handle it myself."

　Every time I write this kind of plot, I have to ask myself, why do I treat myself like this?The single dog cried bitterly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)