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Liao Muyang's actions finally pulled back Lin Sheng's thoughts, he was so flustered that he didn't have time to think about it, Lin Sheng subconsciously raised his hand and held down Liao Muyang's hand that was rolled up at the bottom of his trousers.

Liao Muyang looked at the lightly clasped hand on the back of his hand, and was stunned, his thoughts seemed to be infected by Lin Sheng, and turned into a sliding banana peel.

Brother Liao's hand followed the tall master, with a wide palm and slender fingers, with some thin calluses on the knuckles.

Seeing a hand is like seeing a person, one can subconsciously feel that the owner of the hand is a mature and manly man.

Lin Sheng's hands are good-looking, but they are completely different from Liao Muyang's good-looking hands.

His hands have been soaked in various detergents all year round, so the skin is naturally not as soft and smooth as elsewhere, but it is still white and glaring. This size looks slender, but when it is placed with Liao Muyang's hands, it looks like it has been squeezed. Shrunk by two sizes.

Saying it looks like a girl is definitely not counted, but it seems to be stuck at a strange boundary, people can only praise good-looking and beautiful, but they can't say more distinctive words.

Lin Sheng's body was cold, and cold hands and feet were normal in winter. Even if the palms were warm just now while holding a cup of warm milk, they returned to a cool state after a few minutes.

But brother Liao's body is completely opposite, not to mention the summer, even in the winter it is a stove that spreads heat everywhere.

So the moment Lin Sheng put his hand on Brother Liao's, it was a bit like a socket meeting a plug, complementing each other.

It's just that this complementary state didn't stay for long. Although Lin Sheng was naturally dazed, there was always a limit to his daze. Waiting for the warmth of his palms to be infected by Liao Muyang's body temperature, this stunned and wandering thoughts also made him He ran back obediently.

The hand that was half of the palm covered by the much longer pajama sleeve shrank back timidly, and sat obediently and put it back on the lap.

Brother Liao stared at the glaring white hand without turning his eyes, and he took in Lin Sheng's series of chain reactions in his eyes. Slip in an inexplicable direction.

The tip of his tongue couldn't help pushing back against his back molars. Brother Liao took a deep breath and blinked, suppressing the messy thoughts in his heart.

He raised his hand and continued to roll his trousers, first on his right leg, there was a large piece of scab that was softened by hot water, and there were also red and swollen areas. Although he felt uncomfortable, the visual impact was not so heavy.

Until he rolled up the pants on his left leg, Liao Muyang's complexion suddenly became ugly, visible to the naked eye.

Liao Muyang himself couldn't explain why he felt irritable when he saw Lin Sheng being injured, but after all, this emotion did indeed exist.

After thinking about it, he only thought that he couldn't resist soft and soft people and things, just like adopting a soft and soft big hair when he was a child broke the heart of an old father.

When he saw Lin Sheng in the rain before, his mood swings were a bit wrong, but Liao Muyang knew that the child was sensitive, so he didn't feel right for a few minutes, and then immediately suppressed his emotions and repeated that nothing happened.

Now the big gap on Lin Sheng's knee was like a fuse, and the oil barrel was just about to explode.

Lin Sheng lowered his head, caught a glimpse of Liao Muyang's face out of the corner of his eye, his sensitive and thoughtful mind couldn't help trembling.

The hands on the legs pinched the joints hard and loose and repeated for a long time before mustering up the courage to gesture to Liao Muyang.

This wound looks uncomfortable, so don't look at it, I can handle it myself, thank you.

Liao Muyang slightly raised his gaze following Lin Sheng's movement of raising his hand, and saw clearly the sign language that was finally coherent.

The content is not difficult to understand, Liao Muyang didn't need to react for a long time to understand, he stood up.

Lin Sheng was relieved to see him standing up like an amnesty, but there was a feeling of soreness and numbness in his heart.

The expected footsteps did not sound, but the sound of something rubbing against Hisoka. Lin Sheng just wanted to look up, when he saw Liao Muyang squatting down again. It seemed that it was troublesome, and he changed after squatting for a moment. Kneeling on one knee.

"Be patient, it will still be a little painful to apply iodophor on the deep wound." Liao Muyang didn't give Lin Sheng a chance to speak.

He looked at the bloodstains on his knees that had dried up and turned darker, and the flesh under the bloodstains that had been washed white by the rain just now, and couldn't help frowning.

Holding the clip with iodophor in his hand, he turned left and right, but couldn't find a satisfactory entry point, so he simply stopped struggling, chose a corner at random, and started.

Liao Muyang's words were like an inoculation for Lin Sheng. The moment the iodophor was attached to the wound, there was still some pain. Lin Sheng couldn't help but clenched his knuckles tightly with his hand on his thigh.

It's just that the pain only lasted for a while, and then it was suppressed by a burst of coolness.

Lin Sheng lowered his head, only watching Liao Muyang carefully blowing the cool breeze on the wound, his serious movements were no different from coaxing a crying child.

Lin Sheng's flat cheeks continued to heat up again, and this time even had small white ears.

The beating little heart overshadowed the pain in his knees, Lin Sheng's gaze repeated the pattern of dodging left and right, and it felt a little wrong wherever he looked.

When Liao Muyang did things, he was always as serious as if he had settled down and his hands and feet were nimble. Except for the indescribably hideous wound on his knee, although other places were also broken, they had scabbed over time.

He painted the wound on the knee with infinite lightness, and then looked at every scab, and applied a layer of iodine to prevent inflammation when he saw redness and swelling.

Waiting for brown iodophor to be seen where his fair legs entered his eyes, Liao Muyang stopped his hands in satisfaction and stood up.

"Are there any wounds on your body?"

Listening to Liao Muyang's words that broke the silence, Lin Sheng shook his head seriously.

Liao Muyang raised his eyebrows, looked at Lin Sheng's obedient and obedient appearance, and thought about his temper of worrying about annoying others, he still didn't let go, and raised his hand to pick up Lin Sheng's shirt.

This sudden attack made Lin Sheng shrank his neck in shock, but fortunately Lin Sheng carried out his decision to be obedient to the end.

Liao Muyang retracted his hands and rolled up Lin Sheng's sleeves. After checking his back with both hands, he finally focused on the child's stomach.

Conscience of heaven and earth, Liao Muyang really didn't have any wrong thoughts at first, but when the clothes were lifted, the soft, white and tender belly was exposed in front of his eyes like a cat with its belly exposed.

If you don't think about it, Brother Liao should suspect that there is something wrong with him.

However, due to the previous occupational disease, the words "starting in three years" automatically flashed in Liao's mind. After a quick glance to confirm that there was no wound, he loosened his hand urgently and put down the loose cloth.

At present, he has no idea of ​​visiting the prison.

Liao Geyang stood up with a half-bend, raised his broad palm to Lin Sheng's left cheek with one hand, and brushed away Lin Sheng's hair that slightly covered his right cheek with the other. palm prints.

The expression on his face was still cloudy as before, but he didn't rush to ask Lin Sheng what was going on, he just used tweezers to hold a new piece of iodophor cotton, and gently wiped the corners of Lin Sheng's slightly cracked mouth .

Waiting for the wound on the corner of the mouth to be painted, the humble iodophor was completely thrown back into the medicine box by Brother Liao.

Liao Muyang let go of Lin Sheng's cheeks, straightened his waist and stood beside the cabinet. After searching in the medicine box for a long time, he found a piece of ointment at the bottom of the box.

He held up the ointment to look at the production date, and he was relieved, thinking that luckily it hadn't expired.

The light green ointment was squeezed into the palm of the right hand, and after the squeeze, it was treated the same as iodophor.

Liao Muyang sat beside Lin Sheng, turned to Lin Sheng's cheek, and repeated the movement of putting one hand on his face, but the other wide palm was directly pressed against Lin Sheng's slightly swollen cheek with ointment.

The ointment smelled of mint and was a bit cool, but it was melted by the temperature of Liao Muyang's palm after a while.

Liao Muyang moved his palm with the strength of his wrist, and gently pressed Lin Sheng's cheek, hoping that the effect of the ointment could be exerted as soon as possible.

Lin Sheng lowered his eyes in embarrassment at this intimate action, staring at the sheets in a daze.

Liao Muyang was thinking about the wound on his hand, frowned and rubbed for a while, then asked in a mysterious way.

"Does it still hurt?"