Chapter 94

Shen Jingjue accompanied Tang Qiaoer to the infirmary. The doctor happened to be away, so she took out the iodine gauze and bandaged herself with ease.

"I'll do it." The man came up with a cold face.

She turned away irritably, her eyebrows cold, "No need."

Shen Jingjue and she were equally stubborn. He could either ignore her or take care of her until the end.

So he grabbed her shiny little hand, firmly, and said in a strong tone, "Bai Xiaoxiao, be obedient!"

Tang Qiaoer suddenly froze, and a cool feeling came from her wrist.

Shen Jingjue carefully applied the medicine to her, tapping the cotton swab on the wound like a dragonfly.

He lowered his slender and slightly raised eyelashes, and when the skeletal wrist lines were exerted, the blue meridians faintly revealed the cold white skin, echoing each other, it was really beautiful.

Nature plays tricks on people, some people show off their coquettishness; some people just stand there quietly, all with their own coquettishness.

Shen Jingjue remained calm and carefully examined the injuries on her hands.

Her hands were far rougher than he imagined, but as soft as cotton wool.

They are white and delicate, but their fingertips are covered with thin calluses, giving them a sense of vicissitudes that is disproportionate to their age.

Suddenly, Shen Jing felt a tingling electric wave in the depths of his mind that spread through his nerve endings. He couldn't help but see the blurred moonlight and lightly dancing window screens passing before his eyes. . . . . .

They are all unfamiliar scenes, but they all have familiar feelings.

Shen Jingjue took a deep breath to calm himself, his throat moving up and down.

He had never had such thoughts about Jin Enrou. How could he have such embarrassing greed towards her, his ex-wife who challenged his temper again and again.

Incomprehensible.

Tang Qiaoer felt the hot heat coming from his fingertips, her heart felt hot, and she quickly wanted to retract her hand.

"okay."

"Wrap gauze."

The man refused, and squeezed her little hand with his fingertips. His eyes were slightly moist and he said coldly, "Have you been digging coal these days? Your fingers are so rough, they are all calluses."

"No, I went to take out the feces." Tang Qiaoer knew that this man was so clean, so she deliberately treated him harshly.

"Bai Xiaoxiao, can you speak properly?" Shen Jian's eyebrows twitched.

"What I'm talking about is human language. If you don't understand, it means we are not the same kind."

Tang Qiaoer's nose was turned up, her eyebrows were silky, and she smiled slyly and provocatively.

Shen Jing felt a secret fire rising in his heart. This woman became even more unscrupulous now that she had a backer.