Slightly warm, I'm super sweet

Chapter 36 Bow Tie

Yan gently took his hand and cleaned his wound with a cotton swab bit by bit.

Shen Si's fingers are so long that they can almost completely wrap her hands.

How can someone have such long fingers?

She is so envious.

Although she has learned the piano and her fingers have been praised by the teacher, they are not as long as his fingers, which are a bit against the sky.

Shen Si's hands were very white, and he looked like a frail scholar who could read and write.

This is a very beautiful hand.

But there are many deep and shallow wounds and scars, which spoil the beauty.

Yan Weiwei could tell that he was often injured, or that he often caused others to be injured.

Holding his hand, she didn't know which wound to start with.

There were too many small wounds, which seemed to be scratched, and there were also some parallel scratches, deep and shallow, intertwined.

She tried her best to keep her eyes clear, but they couldn't help but cast a layer of gray.

When she first met Yan Zhong, he was the same way.

Covered with scars.

She wiped the wounds with a cotton swab soaked in iodine.

Shen Si remained silent from the beginning to the end.

Although the iodine dripped on his hand and even seeped into the wound, he seemed to be used to it and didn't care at all.

I don't know if this is the case for boys of this age.

When Yan Zhong was 19 years old, he was stubborn as if he could handle all the difficulties in the whole world by himself.

If she asked a few more questions, he would pat her head and say, "Don't worry about it."

Later, I don’t know if she cared too much, and her words gradually became hypocritical. Sometimes a little injury after training is also called pain.

She would give him medicine while giving him a blank look.

It feels good to pamper him.

No one is made of iron, and there is no need to carry everything.

She raised her head, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Si kept his head down, and could see her serious side face.

In fact, it was just a few small wounds that couldn't be smaller.

He usually only washes it, and doesn't look at it at all.

I don't know why today, I just want her to see it.

When she asked him if it hurt, his heart softened suddenly.

Damn, it hurts like hell.

Yan Weiwei looked at him with his wide eyes open, his eyelashes fluttering, as if he would not give up until he got an answer.

"It hurts." Shen Si spit out a word.

However, the next moment, Yan Weiwei was beyond his expectation.

She pursed her pink lips, and slowly and carefully blew into his palm.

Shen Si froze.

"..."

Does she even know what she's doing? !

Shen Si suddenly felt that the air-conditioning in the room was not strong enough.

He felt a little parched and wanted a drink of water.

Yan Weiqing was serious and focused, wrapping the gauze round and round on him.

Yan Zhong is often injured, she is used to this kind of thing, and her movements are skillful and professional.

Shen Si: "..."

I really want to ask who else she treated the wound for.

"Okay." Yan gently brought him back to reality.

Shen Si looked down at the gauze in his hand.

A white one with a bow.

Yan Qingqing's eyes were sparkling, and he looked like he was about to praise me.

"It's a good thing you hurt your left hand, otherwise you wouldn't be able to do math problems."

She is very fortunate, knowing that math problems are like a girlfriend, if you ignore her for a day, a more handsome brother may come to tease her, and you may be abandoned by then.

Shen Si was lucky not to follow her, he calmly stretched out his right hand, revealing deep and shallow wounds.

Yan Qing said: "..."

"Remember to blow it for me." Shen Si raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)