Dear Mr. Shi

Hearing his voice, Song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then flushed and stared at him.

She snorted and said suspiciously: "I now think that you might be deliberate just now, deliberately unreasonable!"

Shi Yuhan put his hand in front of her and shook it, "There is so much blood, but I can't die temporarily, I'm not that stupid!"

"Is it that serious!" Song Qinghuan whispered.

Shi Yuhan looked at her earnestly: "Recently, there was an article on the Internet. Someone had a little injury on their feet. They didn't care at the time, and let it not deal with the news that became serious later and was about to be amputated, eh? So don't underestimate these, understand. ?"

"I have become so vicious in your heart? You know that I didn't mean it." Song Qinghuan, who had treated the wound, retaliated and pressed angrily on his wound.

Shi Yuhan didn't call any pain, but frowned, then used his uninjured hand to tighten Song Qinghuan's hand three times.

Song Qinghuan subconsciously lifted his leg to kick him. Seeing this, Shi Yuhan immediately lifted his foot around her, wrapped her in his arms and couldn't move like a cocoon.

Forgetting that there was an injury on his leg, he just hit and twisted, so he struggled slightly.

"Ah, it hurts..." Song Qinghuan was hurt and sprained, and there was a piercing pain, which made Song Qinghuan sweat, and his forehead was instantly sweaty.

When Yuhan's eyes fell, he immediately noticed something was wrong with Song Qinghuan.

He retracted his hand and asked in a cold voice: "What's the matter?"

Song Qinghuan shook her foot gently to relieve the pain, and replied: "I accidentally bumped my foot just now, but it should be fine."

After she finished speaking, she smiled, saying that the injury was nothing and not serious.

With an indifferent face, Shi Yulin immediately lifted Song Qinghuan's legs and gently settled on the sofa.

He carefully looked at Song Qinghuan's ankle, pressed a few more times, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Qinghuan pointed to the side of the ankle and said: "I bumped here and twisted again, so it hurts a bit, but it shouldn't get in the way."

Shi Yuhan let out a "huh" and gently touched left and right, then stretched out his hand and said softly: "There is a bottle of medicated wine in the medicine box. Open it to me. I will rub it for you."

"I'll do it myself, your hands are hurting," Song Qinghuan took out the medicinal wine, twisted it away, and thought of putting it on his own hand.

However, Shi Yuhan was overbearing to stop him.

"How do you wipe it in your own direction, I'll come!" When the quiet and watery voice sounded, Shi Yuhan stretched out his hand in front of Song Qinghuan and motioned her to pour the medicinal wine into his palm.

Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and glanced at him. Facing his dominance, she had always been unable to resist, a little helpless, and obediently followed suit.

After Yuhan rubbed his palms with one hand, he rubbed against Song Qinghuan's ankles.

"Or, let me do it," Song Qinghuan said, biting his lip, always feeling that he looked awkward when he moved with one hand.

Of course, she dare not say this.

Said he was clumsy, unless she didn't want to live anymore.

"No!" Shi Yuhan didn't give her a glance, and continued to rub her head down, her refreshing black hair sliding on her forehead.

Song Qinghuan's gaze followed his hair, pierced his thick eyebrows, moved down a little bit, and finally fell on his thin lips.

When this lips kissed her, every time it felt different from it, it was particularly hot and passionate.

Sometimes, she really suspected that he had a double personality or a split personality.