Drifting Towards You

"No, I want to see it." Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel relieved.

She didn't expect that he took two months of injury leave just to accompany her, but she just felt that he must have been seriously injured.

The more he refused, the more anxious she became.

"Where did you hurt?" Li Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened anxiously, crying in her voice.

Si Mocheng raised his eyebrows, cupped her small face with his big hands, staring at her with dark eyes and said warmly: "It's okay."

"I do not believe!"

He sighed softly and looked at her indulgently: "You must see it?"

"En, sure!" Li Xiaoxiao nodded his head heavily, and his two small paws were still clutching his collar tightly.

Helpless, Si Mocheng slowly lowered his hand and said softly, "Little housekeeper."

"Just take care of it." After that, Li Xiaoxiao reached out to untie the buttons on his hospital gown.

One...two...

He stared at her silently, but Li Xiaoxiao's heart was a little nervous for no reason.

The strong chest is gradually exposed to the air, and the firm and powerful muscles are slightly whiter than the complexion on the face. It is not the kind of tender pink, but the healthy yellow-white, not weak, but powerful.

She unbuttoned the buttons one by one, and she couldn't help but look up at him. Seeing that he was still staring at her, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"Look... What do you see?" She stammered.

"Do you still want to watch?" He asked in a deep voice.

"En...En?" Li Xiaoxiao didn't react for a while.

Si Mocheng patiently repeated it again: "Does it still depend on my injury?"

"I want to... it depends." Li Xiaoxiao nodded, the baby's fat face was stained with pink, tender and tender like a peach, which made people want to take a bite.

Upon hearing this, Si Mocheng simply took off his shirt.

Li Xiaoxiao's face turned slightly red, and he hurriedly glanced at his predecessor. He didn't see any wounds on his predecessor, and slightly lowered his heart and said, "Turn...Turn it over."

Si Mocheng glanced at her calmly, but turned around.

As soon as he turned around, Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were red.

On his broad and powerful back, there was a large wound covered with potion.

The wound has been treated, but the skin and flesh turned out and the hideous scars can still be seen.

Lifting his fingers gently, he carefully covered a crescent-shaped wound, and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Si Mocheng didn't make a sound, his eyes lowered slightly.

I only felt that when the tender fingertips were covering his skin and flesh, it was soft like a silk satin stroking, and the slightly cool temperature was like an ice flower, but from that point it emitted hot and fiery heat, gradually spreading.

His throat moved slightly and remained silent.

Li Xiaoxiao looked down, only to realize that his waist and abdomen seemed to have been injured, wrapped in a circle of white bandages, spanning the whole sturdy waist.

It's just that the position of the bandage is slightly downward, it should be in the lower abdomen.

Therefore, the waistband of the hospital gown covered a bit, and this would only reveal the edge of the bandage. If she hadn't read it carefully, she might not be able to see it.

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but stretched out his hand to open the waistband of his trousers, and opened it a bit downward, wanting to see his injury.

But when his fingers lifted the waistband of his trousers, he suddenly turned around and took her to his arms, calling her name in a low voice: "Xiaoxiao."

"En...En?" Li Xiaoxiao raised his eyes to look at him, still a little confused.

Si Mocheng's eyes were deep and dark, with feelings she couldn't understand.

"If you look any further, something will happen." Si Mocheng said in a low voice, his voice mute and full of magnetism.