Lin Wanwan stared at the two old scars for a long time. She didn't know why, but somehow she raised her hand and touched it gently.
When she first touched the scar, it felt slightly hard and cool, but extremely smooth, like a piece of uneven cold jade. But when she touched it, it was blazing, and even her fingertips were burned to the point of trembling slightly.
When her fingertips fell on the two scars, Su Jingqian's body suddenly stiffened, and he felt that there was still fire under her fingers, spreading a searing heat on his skin, making his whole body hot. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his eyes instantly darkened a bit, as if something was passing quickly from the depths of his pupils.
After a moment of silence, he slowly turned his head to look at the person behind him. Under his seemingly calm tone, there was a hint of temptation that was difficult to detect: "What's wrong?"
Her eyes were lowered, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a pair of butterflies spreading their wings, flapping their wings, making his heart tremble.
After being silent for a long time, he saw her slowly raising her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and even the starlight under her eyes dimmed a bit.
She only glanced at him, then moved her gaze to the scar on his back, complaining: "I thought Boss Su always strategized before the chess game, and played offensive and defensive games between his fingers. I didn't expect that you would also make miscalculations." , there are so many old wounds on my body."
He stared at her intently, not missing any subtle change in her eyes, as if he wanted to take in all the hidden emotions deep in her eyes. But when he touched the worry and concern, he unconsciously softened his eyebrows and coaxed softly: "It's just some old wounds. It's not in the way. Don't worry."
"Who is worried about you?" She glared at him fiercely and said harshly: "I just think that this scar fell on you. It's a pity that you have such a good skin. I don't know when it will recover."
He couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this, and there were ripples between his eyebrows. He seemed to find it funny, but also seemed to be teasing her, "I didn't expect that Miss Lin would like my skin so much, which really makes me feel honored. But maybe, maybe, If I want to disappoint Miss Lin, these two scars will probably never heal. Although they are a bit ugly, they can still be regarded as achievements from the past. If they remain on the body, they will show off the man's majesty. I feel that it is not a pity, but it is just right. "
Seeing that he was still laughing playfully despite the new wounds and old marks, she immediately darkened her face again. When he was about to finish his words, she applied ointment with her fingertips and pressed hard on his wounds.
"hiss--"
As expected, he frowned and hissed softly.
He looked at her innocently, with a hint of grievance in the corners of his eyes, but he saw her picking up the ointment calmly and said to him without raising her head: "Boss Su, it's better not to talk when you apply the medicine. So as not to distract me and make me unable to distinguish the important things."
Seeing that she was annoyed, he turned around with a smile. However, the expression on his face faded away the moment he turned around and looked back, and several indescribable complex colors passed through his deep eyes.
The wax torch on the chain lamp spreads tear stains, and the warm-toned halo gently flickers, gradually brightening and dimming, illuminating the room softly.
Although her actions in treating the wound were not skillful, they were gentle enough and cautious enough that he almost did not feel any pain. Or maybe it was because of the new injuries and old illnesses that had occurred from the moment she stepped into his room. The pain and suffering caused have been alleviated.
An ancient saying goes: misfortunes and blessings are intertwined, and life and death are neighbors. After living for these years, he has often understood the second half of the sentence, and the first half of the sentence... can be considered to be understood now.
After Lin Wanwan finished treating the wounds on his back, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she did not dare to relax at all. She directed him to move and continued to treat the wounds on his chest and arms. of wounds.
Although these wounds were not as numerous as those on his back, they were more serious than those on his back. Especially the wound on his right forearm, which was five inches long, with bones visible deep, and the surrounding skin and flesh rolled up. It was extremely hideous and terrifying. I guess it was In a hurry, he blocked the blade with his hand.
Lin Wanwan felt her heart and forehead beating violently, and she couldn't tell whether she was feeling more distressed and worried, or angry and complaining.
Su Jingqian saw that her face was solemn, and he was obviously holding back anger in his heart, but she still calmed down and applied the medicine for him, her eyes focused and serious, as if she was afraid of hurting him. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the falling halo of light rippled under his eyes, as if the spring breeze she had picked up at her fingertips were spreading soft waves on the lake of his heart.
His eyes fell on her for a moment, and he suddenly had the urge to reach out and touch her. He wanted to determine whether everything in front of him really existed, and whether it was just like the past few years, when he woke up, it was nothing but yellow beams. A dream.
He thought this way, and then he did it.
I saw his hand as beautiful as jade bone slowly falling on the top of her head, first touching it lightly, and then rubbing it as if he wanted to confirm something.
She was concentrating on applying the medicine. She made a movement with her hands, and then raised her eyes to glance at him. There was a little dissatisfaction at being disturbed in the corners of her eyes, but the coldness between her eyebrows softened inexplicably. She gently patted his hand away and lightly scolded him: "Don't make trouble."
Afterwards, she continued to deal with the wounds on his body.
There was no surprise in her eyes or tone, nor did she show any dissatisfaction or defensiveness against his sudden touch. It was as if his behavior was ordinary to her, as if this was how it should be between them.
His heart seemed to be melting bit by bit, and it seemed to be filling up inch by inch. It was both hot and soft. At this moment, it actually gave him an unprecedented sense of solidity.
After being silent for a long time, he saw his thin lips move and suddenly said: "Actually, these scars on the body are not miscalculations. Since you sit in this position, you have to pay some price and shed some blood to sit safely. In the past few years , the elimination of chronic diseases and the implementation of the New Deal have indeed touched the interests of many people, and their lives have naturally become less peaceful, but their end is much worse than mine."
She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was explaining to herself the origin of the scars on his body. However, since their reunion, she had always asked him questions or chosen not to answer them, but now she was actually surprised to have this person take the initiative to express his love.
But soon she understood his implication. He told himself this to prevent himself from making random guesses about those scars and worrying about him, and also to make up for the regret of not being able to participate in his past few years.
A warm current surged up in her heart, and at the same time, the tip of her nose felt a little astringent. Su Jin always used such a subtle way to interpret his tenderness. She might not have understood it well before, and she would often complain about him. Fortunately, she understood it now.
