Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

Looking at the woman, it seemed that he didn't like the ginger soup too much, so he didn't force it, anyway, he didn't like that taste either.

After the man finished speaking, he stood up from the sofa, planning to go out and buy some cold medicine.

However, he was called out by the woman beside him; "Uncle!"

Leng Xuanhan lowered his head and looked at the woman beside him, and responded lightly. "Hmm! What's the matter?"

Tian Lingxin raised her head to look at the man standing up, turned her eyes slightly, and glanced at the back of his hand that was burned red; "You, don't you really feel pain?"

what!

Leng Xuanhan froze for a moment, obviously, he didn't want to understand the meaning of her words for a while.

After finishing speaking, Tian Lingxin looked up at him again, but saw that he didn't respond.

Immediately, the brows were frowned, the starry eyes swept away, and the plain hand just stretched out, and immediately grabbed the man's big paw.

A slightly cool touch came, but before Leng Xuanhan could look down, a sudden pain came from the burning back of his hand.

Junmei frowned for a moment, and looked down at the woman beside him.

I saw that the woman was holding his hand with one hand, and the other hand was poking the wound on the back of his red hand somewhat 'cruelly'.

What is this woman doing?

"What about now? Still don't feel any pain?" Tian Lingxin frowned and looked up at Leng Xuanhan who was looking down at her, and asked in a calm voice.

However, Leng Xuanhan who heard the words was suddenly speechless.

"What do you say!"

Is this woman treating him like a log?Or a stone man?How could it be painless to be poked like this.

"Then why are you still acting like nothing happened? Don't you know that if you don't treat the burn, it's easy to get blisters?"

After saying that, Tian Lingxin let go of the hand that was poking his wound, and stood up from the sofa, "Wait, there is a burn plaster in my bag, I'll get it for you to wipe it off."

With that said, Xu Ran, who passed him, walked towards the bedroom.

Leng Xuanhan looked at the figure who was walking to the bedroom, his dark eyes flickered for a while, but when he glanced at the bowl of ginger soup on the table, he could only sigh secretly.

The tall body sat back on the sofa again, took the remote control on the table, and switched channels a little bored.

"This ointment is very effective for burns. After using it, the burnt area will cool down, and there will be no scars in the future."

Tian Lingxin walked over from the bedroom, holding a white ointment and a cotton swab in his hand, and sat down next to Leng Xuanhan as he spoke.

There are some scars on this man's body, so he is called a man. During this long-term military training, Leng Xuanhan has many scars on his body, of course, he really didn't care about a little burn on his hand.

However, hearing the slight concern in this woman's tone, the position of the atrium still felt a little warm, and the depths of the deep eyes could not help but feel a touch of softness.

No matter how serious the injury is, a man can grit his teeth and get through it without changing his expression. However, when faced with the concern of his own woman, his peaceful heart still couldn't help being turbulent.

In fact, Leng Xuanhan is definitely a cold-hearted man. In the past 29 years, he has seen thousands of women, but none of them can make his heart move.

The only thing that can make him feel a little pity is this woman beside him.