Raising his hand, he was as domineering as ever, pinching her chin, lifting it up, and making her look at him.
"Cough cough cough" Yan Qi was choked, and then coughed uncomfortably a few times.
Seeing this, Bo Qichen frowned, and then picked her up and put her on the bed.
He poured her a glass of water and brought it to her lips.
Yan Yanqi drank a glass of water, then burped, and then raised his hand and waved, "Thank you." ” "How did you get it?"
After Bo Qichen put down the water glass, he saw that when she waved her hand, her loose sleeves moved upward, and then a piece of white gauze was revealed.
Bo Qichen quickly grabbed her hand to prevent her from moving, and then rolled up her sleeves.
"Well, I've been scratched a little, it's fine."
Yan Yanqi shrank his hand.
Seeing that she was always moving, Bo Qichen raised his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be filled with ice, and they were extremely cold.
He reached out and pushed her down, then rolled over and pressed on top of her.
Speech 7: "Wait, wait She stammered as soon as she was nervous: "You, you, you" "Don't move, I'm welcome to move again."
He grabbed her hand, breath spraying down her neck.
The corners of Yan Yanqi's mouth twitched fiercely: "When have you been polite."
"Who scratched it" Looking at the ravine with medicine on her wrist, Bo Qichen's dark eyes sank, and his eyes became even colder.
This scratch is very deep, at first glance, it looks like a woman's fingernails are scratched, so deep, it must be scarred in the future Who is so ruthless?
"Aung met a shrew yesterday and got into a fight."
Yan Yanqi raised his other hand and touched the bridge of his nose.
Bo Qichen looked at her with deep eyes, and then spoke: "I found that you especially like to touch your nose when you lie. ” Yan Yanqi's eyes widened, and he quibbled: "It's just a habit." ” "Dignified little seventh master, a woman can't beat it and leaves such an obvious injury, are you stupid?"
Although he said this, Bo Qichen was still distressed, pulled her up, sat aside, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the spare medicine box, and then rubbed her medicine, which was better than hers.
He moved very lightly, wrapping her with gauze little by little.
"Ang was just an accident this time, the killing intent was too heavy at that time, and he didn't feel pain."
She said it lightly, but the listeners trembled.
Feeling Bo Qichen's movements pause slightly, Yan Yanqi opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment and said, "I feel that now, I can't control myself a little.
Killing intent is easily provoked, so go on like this."
He continued to bandage her, and heard a voice interrupt her: "It's okay, I'll help you later." ” Word 7: "" "I'll do it for you later, so that you don't get your hands dirty."
"I didn't kill any good people."
Her pink lips squirmed slightly, and she explained inexplicably.
"I know."
He lowered his eyes and bandaged intently, not looking at her, but his tone was also full of firmness and belief.
"But I have a lot of lives on my hands.
You don't think that's how I am."
He raised his voice slightly: "I don't think so." ” "I'm not done yet."
Yan Yanqi frowned, why didn't he listen to her.
Bo Qichen bandaged it, then put her hand down, suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, and asked, "Do you know the story of Mu Nanye and Mo Jiujiu?"
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