Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

The distance between the two people is so close that their breaths are intertwined and inseparable.

Zhou Beicheng's eyes were dark, looking at the pink lips close at hand, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the fingers pinching her chin were hot.

I really want to...

He turned his head suddenly, knocked his forehead on her shoulder, closed his eyes, let go of her chin, and slowly placed it on her waist.

After a long time, a low voice came out of his mouth: It hurts.

Meng Yutang seemed to have come to his senses just now, he let out a deep breath, and his body relaxed a little.

Zhou Beicheng remained silent.

No rush, no rush.

Afraid to scare her.

No one in the quiet carriage could understand how fast their heart was beating better than themselves.

Meng Yutang raised his hand and gently touched his neck with his fingertips. When he put his fingers in front of his eyes, they were stained with bright red blood.

She pushed the man away and looked at him: can you drive?

Watching him think for a while and said directly: Forget it, I'll drive and take you to the hospital.

Zhou Beicheng looked at her, she bent over and was about to run forward, but Zhou Beicheng pulled her back.

Can you drive?

Meng Yutang nodded, then moved closer to him, looking down at his neck.

In fact, it was a scratch, and now it does not bleed.

But her sudden approach still made Zhou Beicheng suffocate.

Meng Yutang raised his eyes and looked at him: Although the bleeding is gone, the wound needs to be cleaned, and the one on your ankle also needs to be cleaned.

ankle?

Zhou Beicheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't know when his ankle was injured.

Subconsciously tilted his head to look.

Meng Yutang also looked over.

The lights in the car were not turned on, and the lights outside the car shone in. He moved, and under the blurred light and shadow, he could clearly see a blood-red scar on his ankle. The blood had dried up a little, and it must have been a while.

It was only then that Zhou Beicheng remembered that he must have bumped into something and broke it before he came out of the house, maybe it was scratched at that time.

He turned his head and wanted to say it was okay, but he saw Meng Yutang staring at his wound without looking back.

He raised his hand to cover her eyes: it's okay, don't look.

Meng Yutang didn't speak, and nodded after being stunned for a while.

Then he took his hand away and said in a low voice: I'll take you to the hospital.

Zhou Beicheng looked at her so persistently, but he didn't really care much.

But he still said: I remember there is a medicine box in the car, I don't want to go to the hospital, just help me deal with it.

Meng Yutang: ...

How easily he is injured, always keep a medicine kit.

Zhou Beicheng actually found a small medicine box, opened it and handed it to Meng Yutang.

He turned on the lights in the car.

Meng Yutang searched inside, there are things for disinfection.

She pinched a cotton ball with tweezers and dipped it in alcohol, then approached Zhou Beicheng, and dealt with the one on his neck first.

Zhou Beicheng tilted his head to make it easier for her to see.

He turned his head away, but her breath was spraying on his skin around his neck...

She treated his wound gently and slowly, and finally wiped some medicine, then changed a cotton ball and watched him pat his leg.

Zhou Beicheng:? ? ?

He looked at her inexplicably.

Put the legs up.

...

No, no, I'll do it myself.

Meng Yutang had already pulled his leg over without saying a word, but he was still stunned when he saw the wound.

Zhou Beicheng:! ! !

It wasn't until the legs were put back that he could breathe smoothly, but his whole body was extremely hot.

Before he could regain his composure, Meng Yutang suddenly stretched out his hands to hold his face...

Is it a bit too much sugar, will it be boring? The next step is the main event and the plot! Awwhhhh~ The most awaited picture has appeared!