Revenge fails to be attacked (gl)

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Having said that, she still raised her head and glanced at Zhuang Yan, and after only one glance, she froze immediately.

"You, are you okay?"

fine?

With which eye do you see that I'm fine?

Zhuang Yan's lips turned white from the pain, and the cold sweat on her forehead became even more layer upon layer, even a fool could see something was wrong.

Guo Qi hurriedly got off her body, too fast, and threw one of the slippers out, trying to survive, but still flung it under the sofa.

She didn't bother to pick it up, so she quickly put her hands on Zhuang Yan.

"I didn't mean to, are you okay? Shall I help you to sit on the sofa?"

Zhuang Yan frowned and bent over to support her waist, half of her body was leaning on the back of the sofa. She lost a hundred catties of weight, and finally felt a little better, but it was still very uncomfortable.

She glanced at the sofa and pushed Guo Qi away feebly.

"Get up, I'll go by myself."

Guo Qi lowered his head, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito's humming, with a nasal sound, as if acting like a spoiled child.

"I know that I caused you to become like this, can't I be sorry? I just want to help you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand again.

Zhuang Yan pushed away again, and when she pushed, she accidentally twisted the sore spot, and another layer of cold sweat broke out.

"Need not!"

"Why are you so stubborn!" Guo Qi muttered.

Zhuang Yan was still angry and didn't bother to explain to her that she could control her strength when walking by herself, but it would be more likely to cause pain if others supported her.

She just moved along the back of the sofa little by little, barely moving to the side of the sofa.

It hurts, it hurts!

Every step I take is like going back to 13 years ago.

It was just a few steps from the back of the sofa to the front of the sofa, and Zhuang Yan's cold sweat soaked the pure cotton home clothes.

She really couldn't move to the bedroom, so she could only carefully lie down on the sofa for the time being.

call--

Much better.

As soon as the waist was relieved, the pain disappeared without a trace, leaving only numbness.

"Go, I have a plaster in the bedside cabinet, get some for me."

"okay."

Guo Qi was staring at her in a daze, and he was stunned for a second before he realized it, turned around and ran to the bedroom, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Zhuang Yan was in so much pain that she couldn't move, otherwise she wouldn't be let into her room if she was beaten to death, and with Guo Qi's sloppy appearance, she didn't know what to do with her drawers!

Just thinking about Zhuang Yan made her unable to lie still.

One minute later, Guo Qijin pulled on the only slipper left, still running like hell, and came over with a bang.

"Is it this one?"

While running, she shook the small yellow box in her hand, on which was painted a fierce and colorful tiger head.

"This is it, give it to me."

Zhuang Yan has been using this plaster for 13 years. It is easy to use and cheap to apply when it hurts, but the wound is on the lower back. Every time it is applied, it has to be peeled off several times before it can be applied accurately.

Pulling out a plaster and tearing open the package, the familiar smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to her nostrils. She raised her head and glanced at Guo Qi who was still standing motionless by the sofa.

"Go back to your house."

"Huh? Why?"

"It's already ten o'clock, shouldn't you wash up and go to bed?"

Guo Qi looked up at the monotonous wall clock hanging behind the sofa. It wasn't just ten o'clock, it was already 10:30.

"I put a plaster on it for you before going to bed."

"No, I'll post it myself!"

I just drove you away because I didn't want you to post it, can't you tell?

That's right, she shouldn't have hoped for this stupid rabbit's double quotient.

"However, it's not easy to post it in the waist eye, so let me do it, after all, it's my fault."

"No, you should do what you want, just don't stick it in front of my eyes."

Disliked, Guo Qi lowered his head and picked the cuffs of the hot pants. The quality of the street stalls is not guaranteed, and the thread ends are coming out.

"Well, that's fine..."

With a slumped head, he stomped to the bathroom, clicked, turned on the light, turned on the faucet again, received water, rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, the sound of brushing teeth was amplified by the echo of the small square bathroom, clear ear.

Zhuang Yan just tore off the plastic film on the plaster. She didn't stick it immediately. She first lifted up the hem of her clothes, touched and pressed the area around the waist and eyes a few times, and confirmed the exact location of the pain. Then she pinched the plaster and carefully applied past.

hiss!pain!

As soon as I backhanded hard, my waist felt a dull pain.

She endured it, and just about to stick it up, the plaster flickered twice, and the lower left corner stuck to herself.

Zhuang Yan sighed silently, withdrew her hand and laboriously tore off the glued part, then wrapped her backhand around her waist again to stick it on, but before sticking it on, the hem of the clothes slipped down again.

Zhuang Yan closed her eyes, she didn't even bother to push her gold-rimmed glasses when they were crooked, she withdrew her hand, and pulled up the hem of the clothes again, fearing that it would slip down again, she even pulled up the hem of the clothes in front of her, until it reached her chest Just stop below.

The third time I applied the plaster with my backhand, this time I went all out and endured the pain, and I biaped on it when I saw it!

It was posted, but...it was too far away.

There was no way, she could only stretch one hand behind her when she was lying on her side, and she could use both hands to help when she was lying down, but her back hurts and she couldn't lie down at all.

Reluctantly, he tore off the freshly applied plaster again, and it was uncomfortable when the plaster was sticking to the skin.

After finally enduring the pain and tearing it off, she let out a long breath, touched the sore place again, and applied it with her backhand again. Just as she was about to push down, her wrist was suddenly grabbed!