Male God, a Little Su

The moonlight outside poured in.

When Su Yan's eyes got used to the darkness, she saw that under the dim light, the somewhat pale face was a little helpless. He was staring blankly at Su Yan, clutching the corners of his clothes with both hands, pursing his lips without saying a word.

Su Yan squinted, suddenly sat up, and vaguely saw something dripping down his palm.

smashed into the carpet.

"Go light the lights."

Her voice was so low that she couldn't hear any emotion.

This kind of her made Duchuan a little scared. He was a little afraid that he would be driven away by Su Yan, so he went in a hurry.

Soon, the hall lit up.

The warm orange light filled the entire bedroom, making it seem a bit warm.

But Dukawa knew that it was all an illusion.

Because Su Rou's face was still cold, she took a piece of clothing and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her embroidered shoes over him and walking outside.

The bead curtains collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

The pearl light is reflected by the fire, emitting a soft light.

This is everything that Duchuan is used to, but now he is a little bit at a loss.

"come over."

With another cold voice, Du Chuan pursed his lips and walked over cautiously.

"Sit down and reach out."

Almost a command, an action.

Du Chuan was honest and didn't dare to have any thoughts of resistance. He sat down carefully, raised his eyes to look at Su Yan, his eyes trembled slightly.

He stretched out his hand.

Seeing that cold face, Fen Dai Wei Shi was a little flushed just after waking up, and the beauty under candlelight was a little unreal.

Du Chuan was a little dazed, and he spread his hands.

Su Yan tore off the messy white cloth on his hand, and tore it apart in circles, soaked with blood long ago.

"hiss--"

The closer he got to the wound, the white cloth seemed to stick to the flesh and blood, and Du Chuan, who was in pain, couldn't help groaning.

Su Yan glanced at him angrily, with a half-smiling smile, "Do you know it hurts now?"

Why did you go early, and pretend to be pitiful.

"Ben Gong thought you didn't hurt."

After all, he didn't say a word when the medical officer treated his wound.

Hearing Su Yan's words, his eyes became more and more red, and the black eyelashes blinked, and pea-sized tears fell.

A streak of water ran across his porcelain-white skin.

Su Yan lowered her eyes, although her mouth mocked him, but her movements were much lighter.

First, the wound was treated for him. Qiu Nuan did not lie. The wound was so deep that it cut across the palm of his hand, and even the tendons were clearly visible.

The bloody appearance is shocking under the candlelight.

Su Yan pursed her lips, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, covered him with the good wound medicine that Su Muzhi gave her, and tore off a breathable skirt and wrapped it around him.

That medical officer has not been officially named in the Imperial Hospital, and is dedicated to treating some palace servants or concubines with low status.

Naturally, there was nothing good in his hand. One day passed, and Du Chuan's hand was almost inflamed.

If Su Rou ignores him, I am afraid that he will let that hand rot.

Seeing Su Yan's action, Du Chuan pursed his lips carefully and smiled secretly.

There are still tears in his eyes, shining like stars, smiling like a little fox stealing fish, picturesque eyebrows, red nose when weeping, very beautiful.

After Su Yan dealt with him, she raised her eyes lightly without looking at him.

"get out."

After speaking, she turned to go back to rest.

Before she took two steps, the corner of her clothes was tightly grasped, and Du Chuan dragged her clothes, paranoid and refused to let go.

Su Yan tilted her head and frowned.

"let go."