surrender to her

Chapter 27 Bandaging
Meng Cheng did it on purpose.

The boy with a cold and serious face, but his ears are red like fire, how cute.

She closed the water glass tightly, turned to see his reaction from the corner of the eye, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the crimson on the tip of his left finger, half of his left hand was tucked into the long sleeve, she didn't see clearly, and frowned.

"What happened to your hand?"

Before He Liangchi could react, her hand was already grabbed by her, the cuff was pushed up a bit, and after that, the infected and pus-infected wound on the entire hand was exposed.

There is also the long scar on the wrist artery, the scab has not fallen off.

People can't help but take a breath.

Meng Cheng froze, and for a moment it seemed that something extremely terrifying exploded in her mind, and her face turned pale.

The hilarious laughter of her most familiar friends behind her, the amplified sound of teaching from the speakers, and the whispered chatter in the front and rear rows were all silenced at this moment, and the long and persistent buzzing blocked the ear canal, and Meng Cheng bowed his head. Dazed, suddenly the tip of his nose became sour, and a layer of blurred veils appeared around his eyes.

The ugly secret unfolded in front of the beloved girl, so caught off guard, He Liangchi was also stunned for a long time, but he recovered before her, and hastily withdrew his hand and pulled down his sleeve.

"I..." He was afraid of scaring her, and he was stupid and didn't know what to say.

Meng Cheng blinked quickly, pushing the water vapor in her eyes back together with shock and other emotions. After her eyes cleared, she looked up at him, seeming to regard these as ordinary wounds, and she wanted to take him to the infirmary no matter what she said. discuss.

He Liangchi was dragged by her and slipped out through the side door.

However, she didn't force him to deal with it in the school infirmary, but instead bought some basic medicines for wound treatment, protecting his privacy that was hard to tell.

There was a hill behind the infirmary, and they sat down on a bench in a pavilion.

Meng Cheng opened his hands to him, stopped smiling, and said seriously: "Give me your left hand."

He Liangchi hesitated.

Meng Cheng stared straight into his eyes with a straight face, so determined that there was no room for him to say a word, but she didn't rush him and waited quietly.

He Liangchi didn't want to make her unhappy, so he stretched out his left hand from his sleeve.

The wound was neither deep nor shallow. At first, it would be fine to pay attention to self-healing, but he didn't deal with it. It dragged on for a week, and he tossed back and forth. , burst open a hole, very glaring on his white palm.

Meng Cheng lowered his head, and held his hand very lightly. He disinfected the poison first, dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, and applied it carefully and carefully.

The two of them were silent, and the surroundings were silent, occasionally the breeze blew the fragrance of flowers, and the weeds swayed.

Her nose was sore and blocked again, she stopped applying the medicine, and blinked faster, she bit her lip, but she still didn't stop.

Suddenly, a teardrop the size of a crystal bean fell on his finger and slid towards his palm.

He Liangchi's hands trembled, as if being scalded by flames.

Meng Cheng could feel his stunned gaze on her head even without looking up.

She didn't make any sound, but one after another, one after another, tears fell down, as if a dark cloud gathered above his palm, and it rained.

Meng Cheng is afraid of pain, and even more afraid of the pain of seeing blood. Her blood clotting speed is slower than that of ordinary people, so the pain lasts longer than others. She can't imagine how painful he is, let alone think of him hurting herself with a knife What a hopeless and gloomy state of mind.

She insisted on talking to him, why didn't she find out earlier?

When is he, can't think about it?

Meng Cheng thought in a mess, then got scared, his cheeks suddenly turned cold.

He Liangchi wiped away her tears lightly and slowly with the back of his fingers, his voice was deep and magnetic, and there was a hint of clumsy coaxing: "Meng Cheng...don't cry."

When Meng Cheng opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't help choking: "He Liangchi, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

It was deceiving at first, and she finally raised her eyes, her eyes were red, "Why doesn't it hurt?"

"This wound is infected like this, He Liangchi, if you don't deal with it, you will have to amputate, do you know?"

"Are you an agent? It's so bearable."

He Liangchi: "..."

He had never seen her cry, and in the complex and varied emotions, she often laughed heartlessly, without worry.

She never cries.

Seeing that her eyes are moist and her tears are falling like pearls, He Liangchi felt very flustered. He thought about a lot of words and moved his lips many times, but he rejected them one by one before he could say anything. get worse.

I had no choice but to follow her words: "It won't be amputated, it's not that serious."

After a pause, he frowned slightly again, with a serious face, and added: "I'm not an agent."

Meng Cheng: "..."

The air was silent for a few seconds, and she watched him answer her solemnly, crying and laughing.

"It really doesn't hurt," he emphasized.

Meng Cheng didn't believe it, so he wiped the tears off his hands, and wrapped it up with four band-aids.

After it was over, He Liangchi looked at the row of pink Hello Kitty band-aids on his fingers with a silent expression.

Meng Cheng bought it on purpose, she thought that seeing more bright and cute ones would improve her mood.

She tied up the medicine bag and handed it over, "The medicine should be changed in time, especially if it doesn't touch the water."

"If it's serious, we'll have to go to the hospital for debridement. It seems that we have to avoid food, um...can't eat spicy food..."

Meng Cheng is pampered and taken care of, and he is not good at taking care of people, but he still stumbles and explains the precautions, searching for anything he missed, "Wait a minute, I'll look it up online."

He Liangchi was in a daze, and interrupted her suddenly, as if he had realized it belatedly at this moment, and asked, "Meng Cheng, are you... because of me that you are crying?"

Meng Cheng: "..."

He could still ask such a question.

Meng Cheng got angry, "No, it's just that my skin is thirsty and I want to drink water."

"Pouring hot water for you and bandaging your wounds is just that I was born with the same precious qualities as Hua Tuo in saving lives and healing the wounded. I can't see the suffering in the world."

He Liangchi: "..."

There are billions of yin and yang strange energy.

He stopped talking.

Meng Cheng sat by his side, but his expression and tone were still unhappy, and he asked him straightforwardly: "I'll bandage you, I'm so tired, can I rest on your shoulder for a while?"

He Liangchi: "..."

In less than a second, "If you don't speak, it's your default."

Meng Cheng rested his head on his shoulder.

He Liangchi was caught off guard.

After a while, he didn't show any rejection at all, so Meng Cheng relaxed a bit, put his arms around him again, and his pettiness disappeared.

She knew she was pushing the envelope.

"He Liangchi, are you afraid of girls crying?"

Otherwise, why is she so tolerant today.

His back was stiff, he didn't dare to move, he kept choking: "No."

Not afraid of girls crying, just afraid of you crying.

Meng Cheng's eyes fell on his hand again, and the disobedient Hello Kitty felt a little happy, but she couldn't laugh, as if her heart was being grabbed by an invisible hand.

Ah Chi, you have been living very hard, right?

She raised her head, turned sideways, rested her chin on his shoulder to look at him, didn't ask any further questions, but called him softly.

"He Liangchi."

"Ok?"

"Promise me that you won't get hurt again, okay?"

He didn't cherish himself, but she felt wronged.

He Liangchi was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and lowered his eyelashes.

He can bear it through the phone, but facing her like this, exchanging glances with her dark and bright eyes, it's like holding a mouthful of clear springs, washing away all his dirt.

There was nothing he could do.

The young man's cold and deep voice was like the ice and snow melting in early spring when it was still warm. If he accidentally didn't pretend to be good, he would show his feet and rub his unique tenderness towards her. He agreed, "Okay."

　Never mind, the update time of fairies is always unstable.

　　Piaopiao, I can’t even see the babies, 嘤QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)