[Comprehensive] Cardiac Arrest

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Tangerine Village, two people's home.

After dismissing Beibo and the others, Luo and Fengxin returned home.

After that, Luo's heart was still itchy. In the past three years, he had never seen the paralyzed Hyacinth show any other expression to him. Her expression was so cold that he didn't even guess that she smiled. What will happen when she looks up... No, she probably doesn't have the common sense and function of "smiles", right?

So at that moment, what touched her?

"You go take a shower first, I'll prepare dinner." Fengxin calmly called Luo who was in a daze, and he came back to his senses, remembering that he had been out on missions for three days, and his body was really dirty.He glanced at Fengxin, then turned and walked into the bathroom in the house.

And Fengxin began to prepare the dishes very normally—they ate grilled fish today. Everyone in the village knew that Luo liked to eat fish, so this afternoon he specially sent a basket of fresh fish over, using their grilled fish. The stove, the cooking should be ready quickly.

After preparing in this way, Fengxin prepared the sauce and marinated the fish, then they only need to bake it for a while and they can eat it.

Speaking of which, she still wants to eat miso soup. Where is the miso soup given by the neighbor before?After marinating the fish, Fengxin tiptoed to touch the clay pot on the top of the cabinet—she is so small, and she had to stretch her hands desperately to get the things in that position.

She desperately stretched her hand up, and after a long time, she finally managed to climb onto the cooking table—but at the same moment she touched the clay pot, there was a tearing pain in her back.

Feng Xin gasped, and slipped her hand, and the clay pot slipped out of her hand. She hurriedly reached out to catch it, and a big hand stretched out from behind her, holding the pot firmly.

Fengxin blinked his eyes, and turned his head to meet the boy's gaze. At this moment, Luo just came out of the shower, and he stood naked behind the cooking table with his upper body naked. He looked up at the crawler helplessly. The girl at the cooking table looked at the petite her, and grabbed her off the cooking table again.

"What are you doing? Why did your hand slip just now?"

"..." Feng Xin tilted his head, and seemed to think for a while before answering honestly: "I just pulled the wound on my back, and my hands slipped after a bit of pain."

"Wound?" Luo raised his brows and looked at the girl again: "When did you get hurt?"

"Two days ago." It happened to be the first day Luo left the island, no wonder he didn't know she was injured.

"The wound from two days ago hasn't healed yet?" Luo frowned, and put the clay pot on the cooking table again: "Aren't you in good health? Besides, what could hurt you?"

Fengxin pursed her lips. It was the injury she suffered while fighting against Youmeng, and it was also because of this injury that she made a deal with Lian.Youmu are creatures with different abilities, some can fly, some are unreasonably fast, and some are not even creatures...

Two days ago, she met a Youmeng who appeared in the form of a demon wind. She couldn't catch the other party's entity no matter what, and was attacked by the other party-at that time, she stumbled into Lian's shop and let He was saved by helping.

"Don't mention it, that matter is embarrassing." Fengxin was not very happy when he thought that he actually wanted to ask Lian for help—and Luo was interested, but because he knew that the dead-headed Fengxin would be stubborn, he couldn't let her To be honest, I simply talked about other topics: "Did you take your medicine properly?"

Feng Xin froze for a moment, then nodded again: "There is the medicine, but it's on the back, it's not very convenient for me to be alone... By the way, since you're back, help me take the medicine."

"...No problem is no problem, no, help you with the medicine??" Luo realized, she remembered that the wound she said was on the back, so she wanted to... wait, what is she doing? ? ?

Before Luo could make a good judgment on the situation, Fengxin over there had already unbuttoned the button of the cheongsam at the back of the neck. She pulled the upper part of the cheongsam down to her waist, revealing a large snow-white back in an instant. ——

Luo was startled, and blushed subconsciously: "... idiot! Why are you taking off your clothes suddenly?!"

"I'm also wearing something inside, you don't need to make such a fuss?" Feng Xin was a little helpless, she covered the front of her body with a cheongsam, but originally, she was wearing a black tube top, so there was nothing to be ashamed of— she felt.

"It's because you usually read so many medical books."

"...That's different! Stupid!"

And Luo covered his face, unable to do anything about the directness of the girl in front of him—seeing that Fengxin was still staring at him rather sadly, he only felt his scalp go numb, after thinking about it, he sighed, and decided to bite the bullet and go up.

"The medicine is in my pocket."

"……understood."

Luo was a little frustrated, so he dug out a white ceramic medicine jar from her pocket, and walked behind her, looking down at the girl's snow-white back, feeling really dry.

This bastard, after all, he is also a sound boy who is at the age of sixteen. What does she think of him?

Seeing that she didn't respond, Luo had no choice but to reach out and grab Fengxin's smooth silver long hair and put it on her chest, and then exposed her entire back—as expected, at the position of the butterfly bone on her right, there was There were four or five deep scratches, and the wound was in such a position that it really hindered her activities, and it was difficult for her to apply medicine herself.

"Where did you get such a serious wound?"

"……Did not say."

"trouble!"

He didn't have human rights, so he dug out the antiseptic potion from the medicine box, added cotton and gauze, and cleaned her wound again.

Fengxin, who was sitting on the bed, felt that Luo's technique was quite gentle and careful. She was silent for a moment, and finally An couldn't help but said: "You are very skilled in treating wounds. I asked Lian to help me apply medicine that day. His The action is rough."

Hearing this, Luo's hand paused, and the hand holding her shoulder unconsciously exerted force: "Did you ask him to help you treat the wound? Did you let him see the wound on your back?"

The relationship between the two of them is so good?Luo's chest was filled with anger for no reason, and he frowned again. Doesn't this guy have any sense of crisis?

"I say you……"

"No, it's on the right hand. I didn't ask him to help with the wound on the back." Before Luo became angry, Feng Xin explained lightly. Show your wounds to others, let alone your back."

Luo froze for a moment, the unknown anger in his heart was soothed by her words, he felt his face was hot, and asked him to ask her in a low voice: "Then why do you ask me to help you deal with it?"

"Are you going to stab me in the back?"

"Don't say stupid things."

"So, I can ask you to help."

Fengxin gently answered his question, while Luo looked at her and did not respond to her answer.

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He has been treating her wound quietly and carefully. This is not the first time he has treated her wound, but it is the first time he has acted so seriously.During this period, Fengxin didn't feel any discomfort. This was the first time in a few days that he didn't feel any pain from the wound. In that quiet time, there was even room for the young god Fengxin to think about things.

"All right."

After a long time, after Luo treated her wound in a mess, he put the medicine and tools on the table again, and Feng Xin recovered from thinking about things, and slowly reached out to put on the clothes. But, before she could do it, her movements froze again.

——Because she felt Luo's hand suddenly placed on her left waist.

She held her breath, and felt him rubbing her waist with his fingertips, feeling the hot temperature of his fingertips and the shape he was drawing. It was not difficult for Feng Xin to guess what Luo found on her waist.

Feng Xin's eyes darkened, and after a while, Feng Xin finally caught his restless fingers: "Enough touching."

"You actually have tattoos?" Luo said.

"...I tattooed it myself." Feng Xin replied lightly.

After that, she followed Luo's gaze and looked at her waist.

Just below the tube top she was wearing, on the left side of her waist, there was a black flower drawn, because usually she was wearing a cheongsam so no one could see it, but today she took off her top and Luo was treating the wound Found it on the way.

Feng Xin let go of Luo's hand, the tattoo where his fingertips scratched just now seemed to be still faintly hot at the moment, she put on the cheongsam again, trying to cover the tattoo without any trace.Luo, on the other hand, looked at how she was dressed, and then asked again: "I've already given you medicine, why don't you tell me more?"

"What's so interesting about that?"

"I never thought you'd tattoo yourself. What kind of flower is that?"

"Draw it casually." Feng Xin caressed his waist and shook his head again: "I have a scar at that position, I don't really want to see it, so I drew a flower on it."

Luo finally understood, no wonder he felt a little bumpy when he touched the tattoo just now—does Feng Xin have such a scar on his body?He remembered that she said that all wounds on Yetu's body healed quickly, so there were almost no scars left.

Luo still wanted to ask, but Fengxin didn't want to say too much on this topic, she just put on her clothes and stood up, she moved her arms, feeling very good - because Luo's bandaging skills are very familiar, not It will affect her body movement, and maybe she will have to ask Luo to help her deal with it before the wound is completely healed.

It's just that tattoo... She even forgot that there was a chance that Luo would find out.

She really didn't want to be seen by others, and she couldn't wait for the tattoo and the scar underneath to disappear from her body - after all, they both symbolized some unhappy past of her.

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And just when Fengxin was in a bad mood, Luo over there spoke again. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Fengxin's wrist, and said to her seriously: "By the way, since you know how to get tattoos—can you help me?" Got a tattoo?" Luo pointed at his body, just as he came out of the shower with nothing on.

Fengxin's eyes widened slightly, and he frowned again: "What nonsense, tattoos are for a lifetime, there is no way..."

"It's okay, I just want to leave traces of that person on myself." Luo replied.

His eyes are so sincere.

Feng Xin looked at the big boy with his head, thought for a while, and finally nodded: "...Okay."

What a strange person.

She wished that certain traces would disappear on her body, but did he want to keep those traces of pain on his body for the rest of his life?

What a strange boy.

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