Young Master Mo's Rebirth Sweet Wife

Chapter 403 Rubbing, Yan Bao is not angry

As soon as Jun Ximo heard Luo Xiyan's cry of pain, he suddenly came back to his senses and lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms.

"Where does it hurt? Let me see." Jun Ximo's eyebrows were tightly knit together, and the hands holding Luo Xiyan trembled slightly.

A trace of fear gradually emerged in Jun Ximo's eyes full of blood, "Knead! It won't hurt if you rub it, and Yan Bao won't be angry."

Luo Xiyan held Jun Ximo's hand that was between the fingers of her nose and did not dare to approach easily, and put down her delicate nose.

He seems to have forgotten something, his hand...

"Your hand...is bleeding? What's going on?"

Seeing Jun Ximo's bloody hands, Luo Xiyan's heart tightened suddenly, her pupils constricted, and she stretched out her hand to gently hold the broad palms of the man in front of her.

"No! Nothing! My hands are dirty, I can't dirty Yan Bao's face. I'm going to wash my hands." Saying that, Jun Ximo broke away from Luo Xiyan's hands, turned around and was about to walk towards the bathroom.

Looking at the empty hands, Luo Xiyan panicked, raised her heels to follow Jun Ximo, stretched out her hands from behind him to wrap his waist tightly, and pressed her face tightly against the man's solid and broad back.

"Don't go, my nose hurts. If you hit me, you will be responsible to the end." Luo Xiyan's posture of not letting you go until you rub me is like a little rascal, a little rascal.

However, Jun Ximo fell in love with Luo Xiyan's cute little appearance.

Jun Ximo looked down at his hands, and then at the tightly folded hands in front of him, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

His Yan Bao always has a way to make him feel at a loss.

"Yan Bao, don't be angry, my hands are just dirty, wait for me to wash them..."

"I don't, little Mozi is not dirty, if you rub it for me, it won't hurt me. And Yan Bao will never be angry with little Mozi unless..."

Luo Xiyan stopped in the middle of her speech, and looked up at the man in front of her.

"Unless what?"

Jun Ximo looked at Luo Xiyan anxiously, his scarlet eyes flashed with a hint of helplessness.

"Unless, little Mozi doesn't love himself and hurts himself. If little Mozi doesn't want Yan Bao to be angry, then he should take good care of himself."

Luo Xiyan's words instantly calmed Jun Ximo's restless heart, and the bloodshot eyes gradually dissipated.

Jun Ximo often said that Luo Xiyan was his best medicine.

This sentence is not false at all.

"Okay! Listen to Yan Bao." In Jun Ximo's heart, Luo Xiyan's words were imperial edicts.

Except for Luo Xiyan leaving him, he can give up everything about himself for Luo Xiyan, and he can also do anything for the person he loves.

"Come here, do you know that if the wound is not treated in time, it will be infected? Will you get sick? Do you know that I will worry if you get sick?"

Luo Xiyan reached out and grabbed Jun Ximo's wrist, dragged him to the side of the hospital bed, and motioned him to sit down.

Jun Ximo obediently let Luo Xiyan manipulate her, her scarlet eyes gradually faded under the constant nagging of the girl in front of her, and returned to the original pitch black.

"Hand out."

Jun Ximo obediently stretched out his two hands, waiting for the woman in front of him to apply the medicine.

He looked at the hands in front of him, and those dark eyes became deeper and darker.

The bloodstains on those hands still remained, anyone who looked at it would have the first impression that the injuries were serious.

Luo Xiyan looked at the blood-stained hands in front of her, her heart seemed to be held by one hand invisibly, and it hurt a lot.

(End of this chapter)