Tang Qing opened the medicine box, took tweezers and alcohol cotton pieces and went to squat in front of him, holding his hand, carefully picked out the pieces of glass embedded in the meat.

"If it hurts, just call me and I'll take it easy."

She said and looked up at him.

The overhead light shines on the top of the man's hair, and he sits under the light, halo after halo on his body.

He was as delicate as a doll made of snow. He had no expression on his face. Seeing her, he nodded slowly.

Although this man is full of the arrogant temper of the eldest young master, Tang Qing has to admit that he is really good-looking.

And Tang Yi's ruggedness and coldness are completely similar to the delicacy.

Tang Qing closed his mind and carefully lowered his head to hold the fragments of the wound on his wrist with tweezers.

Not many people went in, but because the wound was very deep, we had to put the tweezers deep.

But to Tang Qing's surprise, the young master, who seemed to have lived a delicate life, did not even utter a word.

She gave him a good medicine, and then bandaged with gauze, tied a beautiful bow, and then ordered: "the first three days do not touch water, if the wound fester, go to the hospital, and remember to change medicine every day."

She said a word, see the man did not respond, looked up at him.

He looked down at her, and there was no emotion on his beautiful face. He just asked her casually: "if the wound is not good, will you come to give me medicine?"

Tang listened to the hidden meaning words and glared at him: "don't even think about it! Go to the hospital yourself

The man's pale gold eyes flashed a bit of disappointment, and then shook his hand, not cold and hot way, "Oh. I see. "

It seems to be very aggrieved.

Tang Qing ignored him, stood up and kneaded his sore waist. Then he took out the rubber band from his pocket and tied up his hair.

"It's late. I'm going home." She turned her back to him in a relaxed tone, "are you home alone? There are no servants in the family? "

Xiao Fengting played with a bow on Tang Qing's hands and said casually, "yes. It's just sleeping. " He raised his head and looked at the woman with his back. From her slender waist set off by her uniform, he slowly slid to her white and delicate back neck. Then I fixed my eyes on those ambiguous dark red marks.

"Then you ask them to give you medicine, I --"

a strong force hit her arm. Almost in a flash, the man behind her pinched her wrist and pulled her into her arms.

The slender and warm male body covered her on the bed. The man looked down, and the pale golden eyes became a little dark because of the overlooking angle, which brought her a different sense of depression than Tang Qing.

Suddenly, a touch of cool touch touched her back neck skin. She could not help but shiver, and her heart missed a beat.

"Xiao Fengting!"

"Men?" He looked down at her, there was no emotion in his eyes, but slightly narrowed his eyes. His dark golden eyes showed a touch of dark awn.

Tang Qing was a little breathless, and a little angry, "you have enough! I'm going home! "

He did not let go, tall and slender body, suppress her, with a look at her face, narrow eyes slightly narrowed: "like the person?"

"Is it strange that I have someone I like?" She is not a vegetarian, frowning slightly against him, "you let me go, or I will be rude to you!"