It has been Gong Suhe's habit to carry silver needles with him for so many years. In fact, from helianqing to gongmoyi, they all have this habit.

Gong Suhe took out the silver needle, raised his eyes and said to Zhai Xingchen, "I'll help you pick it out. It may hurt a little. In addition, your other hand will help me with the lighting of my mobile phone. "

After that, she handed Zhai Xingchen her mobile phone.

Now he answered, quietly holding the mobile phone, aiming at his palm.

He found that his hand was white, but compared with Gong Suhe's, she could be white again.

Her fingers are thin and soft, but very dexterous. She can quickly pick out the sharp thorns that he had no choice but to do.

She was quick and careful, with long eyelashes hanging down. Her serious appearance was as beautiful as a picture.

At the edge of the palm, where Gong Suhe held it, there was a warm and soft feeling.

Gong Suhe picked out more than a dozen spikes in a row. Seeing that Zhai Xingchen didn't say a word, she couldn't help raising her eyes to see his expression, and wondered if he was not very sensitive to pain.

However, when he raised his eyes, Gong Su he found that the young man in front of him had put away his usual grumpiness. His beautiful face looked a little surly, his eyes were still red, but his eyes were very clear.

Ah, just like a little wolf, now like a little wolf dog.

Gong Suhe takes his eyes back and goes on.

Finally, after picking out one hand, she turned Zhai Xingchen's hand again, making sure that there was no sharp thorn. Then she released him and took out her disinfectant wipes for him: "just wipe it. If you want to go to the infirmary, I'll take you later."

"No Zhai Xingchen finally spoke, only spit out these two words, but obviously with persistence.

Gong Suhe knew he couldn't talk, so he nodded: "OK, but if you have a fever, you have to go."

After that, she pricked him with the other hand.

The left hand was a little better, only about ten, so Gong Suhe was finished soon.

She breathed a sigh: "I don't know, I thought you fell into the hedgehog's nest!"

Hearing Gong Suhe's words, Zhai Xingchen's body suddenly tightened again.

Does she know what those boys did to him?

She's going to laugh at him, isn't it? I was pushed here, and I was really untied!

Zhai Xingchen's face turned pale.

Gong Suhe didn't notice the change of his expression. She took her mobile phone and went to take pictures of Zhai Xingchen.

I don't know if it was because of the thick camouflage, and Zhai Xingchen's palms supporting the ground at that time, so his arm was cut by thorns, but there was no sharp thorn on his arm.

"You don't have it, do you?" Gong Suhe still couldn't help asking.

Zhai Xingchen's body suddenly tensed, and he didn't look at Gong Suhe's eyes, just shook his head.

Gong Suhe looked at the next should not really, so again to Zhai Xingchen stretched out his hand: "I help you."

Zhai Xingchen slowly stretched out his arm, which was very awkward.

Gong Suhe was amused. She took his arm and said to him, "OK, now push hard."

Zhai Xingchen holds the wheelchair in one hand, and with Gong Suhe's strength in the other hand, he finally props himself up.

Seeing him in the wheelchair again, Gong Suhe was also relieved. She was about to push him forward when she saw that Zhai Xingchen had been stabbed into a thorn beside his jaw line, which had not yet entered the skin.

"Wait, there's another one." She said.