Dressed as a petite jerk

She...she...she was blowing his wounds?

His hand holding the fruit knife trembled slightly.

——How changeable is the torment she endured this time!Would it make her not hesitate to condescend to blow his wounds to him, the most despicable and filthiest person in her mouth?

I heard a woman's voice coming from behind: "Does it hurt?"

"No..." He opened his mouth to deny it.

"Don't lie!" Luo Qingci interrupted him: "I don't like you lying!"

"Say you hurt! Immediately! Immediately!"

——"Fuck, domineering? Qinggou? President? Such a Qinggou... I know you guys will beat me for saying this, but I really think Qinggou is a bit handsome at this moment!"

——"My brother never complains of pain, but isn't that because Qinggou never takes pity on him?"

——"Qinggou, I beg you, don't treat my brother like this, he really hurts...he can't shout, don't force him..."

Then--

The fans heard a sound coming from the screen, full of depression and grievance: "It hurts..."

——"Ah! My brother said he was in pain! My brother cried out that he was in pain! When my brother cried out in pain, my heart broke!"

——"It's over! My brother has been fooled by the green dog again. When he cries out that it hurts, the green dog will only make him hurt more! I can't bear to watch it anymore..."

——"The program team, you guys should be individuals, and save my brother from Qinggou! Next, Qinggou will definitely torture my brother! This is the purpose of Qinggou!"

——"I predict that in the future, Qinggou will definitely press on my brother's wound. If she doesn't do this, I will live broadcast and eat two piles of xiang, the hot one..."

And then--

"You still know the pain, and you're not too stupid to be hopeless. Then when I pushed you just now, you knew that there were steps behind you, so why didn't you know how to hide?"

Luo Qingci's words sounded like he was reprimanding the actor, but everyone could hear the meaning of concern in these words.

She took out a piece of gauze.

——"Look! The green dog is really going to press my brother's wound! My poor actor brother..."

The film king is also prepared to suffer pain.

However, Luo Qingci reached out and put the gauze in the hot water basin next to it.

The water in the basin was indeed a bit hot, she frowned slightly, and picked up the gauze.

But he let it dry in the air, and waited until the temperature was just right before he wiped the blood on Mo Jiuqin's back.

"I scratched a piece of skin and bled a lot. I'll wipe off the blood first, and then disinfect it with iodophor."

"It will hurt a little..."

Having said that, Luo Qingci paused for a moment, then stretched out his other hand to Mo Jiuqin: "Give me your hand."

The film emperor didn't understand what she was going to do again.

But when things had come to this, he still handed over his hand.

——Is she trying to pull him off the stool?

No!Luo Qingci stuffed her hand into his palm: "If you can't bear it, just pinch me."

"Then I'm going to start..."

The warm gauze pressed against his back, but there was no force at all.

It was so light that he thought she didn't even move.

But the temperature is constantly moving, let him know that she is actually scrubbing his wound? ! !

He unconsciously squeezed his little hand in the palm of his hand.

The small and soft hand lay quietly in his palm, and he couldn't help but lower his head to look.

But she was nervous with him, raised an index finger, and tapped his tiger's mouth lightly.

boom!

He felt like a big hammer hit his heart...