Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 838 Don’t Believe in the Hexagrams of Destiny, Only Follow the Love of Their Children (16)

At night, the buzzing of insects was very noisy in the lush spring night, Yan Huan was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, thinking of the tired Ming Shiyin who came back in the evening.

He was holding on, but Yan Huan still noticed that his shoulder seemed to be injured, and he couldn't even lift his arms while cooking.

He must have been hit by pebbles in the dark room, but he didn't want her to know.

She remembered the sentence he said with downcast eyes in the evening, "I don't want to cause you trouble."

The bitterness makes people feel distressed, just like her back then.

When the man rescued her, he also offered to call someone to take care of her, or take her to Xianyang, but she refused.

She didn't want to cause trouble for the other party, and she was already very grateful for saving her. She was more willing to close herself up and live her own life with a grateful heart.

Yan Huan sighed softly, put on his outer clothes, took a few bottles of wound medicine from the cabinet, opened the door and walked to Ming Shiyin's room.

After practicing martial arts for a long time, she unconsciously lowered her footsteps. Outside Ming Shiyin's door, she heard him gasp.

Really hurt.

"Did you fall asleep?"

It took several seconds before there was a deep reply, "Well, what's the matter?"

Yan Huan helplessly pursed her lips, and before Ming Shiyin agreed to let her in, she pushed the door open and walked in, with a bit of displeased reproach in her low and cold voice.

"You, why are you holding on to death after being injured? Am I so stingy? I'm not willing to give you such a little trauma medicine?"

Before Ming Shiyin sat on the bed and lay back under the covers, Yan Huan barged in directly, and he was stunned.

The placket has not been closed yet, and the exposed shoulder blades are under the moonlight, and a few dark colors can be vaguely seen.

Yan Huan walked to the side of the bed, and opened his skirt, there were indeed several bruises on his shoulder blades, and the skin was torn. Ming Shiyin, an idiot, didn't even say a word.

She frowned, took out a bottle of wound medicine, squeezed out some ointment, and dabbed it on the wound with her fingertips.

She is usually cold, but when applying medicine to someone, she is deliberately controlled and gentle, for fear of hurting him, she stares at his wound seriously, displeased, blamed, and somewhat disappointed.

"Are there any other injuries?"

Ming Shiyin shook his head, "No."

Yan Huan didn't believe it, and wanted to take off his shirt to check it for himself, Ming Shiyin blushed, and pressed her hand.

"It's really gone!"

Yan Huan raised his eyebrows, his cold and deep eyes, and his slightly pursed lips showed that she didn't believe it.

Ming Shiyin sighed heavily, and took the medicine from her hand, "Well, there are still a few wounds, you give me the medicine, and I can apply it myself."

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

Cold words, as cold as moonlight.

She always behaves like this without emotion, but she will deliberately care about you, for example, in the dead of night, when she realizes that he is injured, she specially delivers medicine to him.

"I told you that you don't have to be polite to me. I saved your life. This little thing won't cause any trouble at all."

Ming Shiyin bent his lips, raised his eyes mockingly, "So it's because you saved me, and all other concerns are incidental? I forgot that we still have a relationship, that is, the savior and the rescued. "

He laughed more and more mockingly, "It's that person's order that you save me, right? It's not that you want to save me, you just... yes, you just want to complete the task."

Yan Huan raised her eyes to look at him, she chuckled lightly, her eyes filled with interest, "Is this what you want to say to your savior?"

(End of this chapter)