Quick wear: the beauty of flirting is forced to have deep difficulties

Chapter 128: Autism x Autism
"hiss--"

After a sharp pain, Wen Zhiyi couldn't help but gasped, Qin Zhou's face turned pale, and his movements became more careful.

Fortunately, there were not many scratches, and Qin Zhou quickly got rid of the poison. Seeing that Wen Zhiyi was in severe pain, he leaned over to blow on it distressedly.

The wind with slightly hot steam blew past, making the wound numb and itchy.

Wen Zhiyi's pupils shrunk slightly, and a touch of red appeared on the tips of his ears: "What are you doing?"

Qin Zhou raised his head in confusion, and said as a matter of course: "Blow it for you, and it won't hurt."

Wen Zhiyi quickly withdrew his leg: "Don't blow it, I don't feel any pain."

Qin Zhou gave a little oh, didn't say anything, put away the iodophors and cotton swabs, then took out the anti-inflammatory medicine in the plastic bag, opened it and read the instructions.

"Zhiyi, put on some more of this."

Qin Zhou thought for a while, and added: "This won't hurt."

He spoke in a serious manner, but with a faint force, Wen Zhiyi gritted his teeth, and stretched out his feet.

Qin Zhou carefully applied the anti-inflammatory ointment again, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"That way you won't get infected."

"Wait for the medicine to dry before putting on a Band-Aid."

Qin Zhou arranged it very carefully, squatting on the ground to put away the ointment iodine and the like, and put them in the drawer.

Then he poured out Wen Zhiyi's footwashing water.

He was dressed in a cool all-black suit, and he looked like a rebellious tenor, but he looked like an indescribably gentle wife in his busy schedule.

Wen Zhiyi squinted his eyes, he didn't know what to think of, the shyness and uneasiness just disappeared suddenly, and there was a somewhat ambiguous smile on his lips.

"Qin Zhou," she called out slowly, seeing Qin Zhou looking over blankly, the smile on her lips became even bigger: "Come here."

Qin Zhou walked over obediently, and in order to talk to Wen Zhiyi conveniently, he squatted down obediently on the ground as if he just took medicine.

He raised his head and looked at Wen Zhiyi obediently, the light in his eyes was gentle and bright, and he tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

The cuter he is, the stronger the inexplicable destructive desire in Wen Zhiyi's heart, she opened her hands: "Put me to bed."

Qin Zhou blushed when he was teased by her straightforward words, but he didn't act immediately, but looked at her hesitantly.

Qin Zhou: "But you haven't changed your clothes yet."

Seeing that the smile on Wen Zhiyi's face froze, Qin Zhou continued to explain with gestures: "There are a lot of bacteria on the clothes that came back from outside."

This person seems to have a cleanliness problem.

In any case, Wen Zhiyi still felt that this person was extremely puzzled, so he gave him a serious look, and just about to say something, he was picked up from the chair the next second.

Huh?
Isn't it cleanliness?
Qin Zhou hugged her and put her gently on the bed. From this angle, Wen Zhiyi could see his white back of the neck, blushing with embarrassment, and it seemed that people couldn't help but want to bully her.

His conniving and shy attitude pleased Wen Zhiyi, and even the helplessness caused by him being too rigid just now disappeared, and Wen Zhiyi's eyes lit up again.

"Don't you dislike my dirty clothes?"

Wen Zhiyi had already been put on the bed, but she still hugged Qin Zhou's neck and refused to let go, so Qin Zhou was forced to bend down, so close that she seemed to be able to touch her porcelain-white delicate face by lowering her head slightly.

Qin Zhou blushed even more, and slowly said in Wen Zhiyi's smiling eyes: "No, it's not."

"Not dirty, and..."

As he spoke, he blushed even more, lowered his head and hesitated for a while, like a shy glutinous rice ball.

Wen Zhiyi became interested, and asked: "And what?"

(End of this chapter)