She looked back at his skeletal hands with confusion in her eyes.
After being stunned for a moment, she raised her eyes and looked at him: "Is there anything else?"
It's been a rough night...
Fu Xizhou half-squinted his eyes, with a hint of depth in his narrow eye slits, and said in a low voice, "Did Mrs. Fu forget something?"
It's Mrs. Fu again...
I don't know why, but every time I hear him call her that, I feel like there's nothing good going on.
Fu Xizhou let go of her wrist and lightly opened his thin lips: "Did you leave the wound alone?"
Gu Beisheng: "..."
wipe!
Almost forgot.
Xiaozhou was sick, and her whole mind was focused on Xiaozhou, forgetting that Fu Xizhou was still injured.
He smiled to cover up his embarrassment: "I'm going to get the medical kit. You wait for me in the next room."
She didn't want to go to Fu Xizhou's bedroom to get the box anymore, and she didn't want to disturb Xiaozhou.
Turn around and go to the pharmacy.
When she got the medicine and came to the guest room, she saw Fu Xizhou lying on the bed and closing his eyes.
I don’t know if I fell asleep.
His brows were furrowed slightly, looking a little tired.
She frowned slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and then walked in.
When she came to his side, she called out softly: "Fu Xizhou."
What she responded to was his low and even breathing.
It seems that he really fell asleep.
She carefully unbuttoned his shirt.
Although it was not the first time she saw his sexy and almost perfect figure, it gave her visual impact and satisfaction every time.
The figure is so good!
Especially the line from Adam’s apple to collarbone.
Coupled with his cold white skin, it is simply cold and lustful...
He moved.
Gu Beisheng's heart skipped a beat and he quickly withdrew his gaze and came behind him.
I saw a little dried red color on the gauze. It was not so bright, but it still smelled of blood.
She carefully took off the gauze and saw the wound inside.
Most of it was scabbed, but the area near the shoulder was still a little red.
He hadn't had a good rest recently, and he must have exerted himself again. There was some redness, swelling and inflammation around the wound.
How painful this is...
Gu Beisheng almost subconsciously moved his little mouth and blew gently towards his wound.
Fu Xizhou's hand buried under the quilt couldn't help but clenched into a fist.
Gu Beisheng didn't notice anything strange about him.
It took ten minutes to disinfect him, apply medicine, and bandage him again.
After doing all this, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Change the medicine again and it will almost be fine.
With this in mind, button him up.
Her eyes fell on his peaceful sleeping face inadvertently.
To use idioms like unparalleled handsomeness and stunning beauty to describe him seems to be condescending.
Such a good-looking man should not be tortured by illness.
There should be no such terrible mental illness as schizophrenia.
Although Xiaozhou is very cute, Fu Chuan...
Thinking of this, he quickly looked away.
Sit up in bed, get out of bed, leave, close the door, all in one go.
In the room, Fu Xizhou's eyelashes trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.
The eyes were as dark as ink and were profound.
The Adam's apple rolled up and down.
He could still vaguely recall the feeling of her breathing on his wound.
Soft and delicate, like the brush of a feather.
The wound was ice cold and felt much more comfortable than before.
He frowned and hesitated for a moment. His feelings for Gu Beisheng seemed to be different...
Suddenly, he remembered a strange name that Gu Beisheng called when he was in the small villa on the mountain.
"Fu Chuan."
He murmured, and the end of his voice unconsciously lengthened a bit.
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