Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 73 Miss Ah Nuan Can Talk (1)
Instead of leaving, she moved the wooden basin at the corner of the bed to the side, and then sat down beside Si Jixia.

This time, Si Jixia finally turned his head to look at her, with shock in his eyes, and the painful look that Dongnuangu could only catch and then disappeared immediately, but he just took a quick look at Dongnuangu Turning back again, he squeezed the bloody hand even harder, and said in a cold voice, "What is Miss Ah Nuan doing, go back to the house and take a bath and rest, and I have to leave early tomorrow morning Qingbi County."

Dongnuan didn't move, he didn't have the slightest intention to get up and leave, instead he put down the paper bag and oil lamp in his hand, glanced at the thin layer of soybean oil left on the bottom of the lamp stand, stretched out his right hand, and held the oil lamp across the board. The cloak covering Ji Xia's arm covered his clenched left hand with his palm.

At that moment, Dong Nuan could feel his body trembling suddenly, as if being stung by a sharp needle. Instead of letting go of his fist, he clenched it even tighter. He was shocked and looked at Dong Nuangu glanced at him, but didn't brush away her slender hands that were clinging to his fist.

Because at that moment, he felt the temperature from her palm, even through the thick cloak, he still felt it, a gentle, warm feeling, which made him want to brush it away, but he was reluctant to do so.

Seeing that he didn't resist, Dong Nuan raised his hand slightly, and gently pulled out the cloak that was rolled up by his fist. Slowly, Dong Nuan saw that even the back of his hand was stained with blood. Some of the hands have dried up, while others are still sticky, and it can be seen that they flowed out just a moment ago.

Dong Nuan fixedly glanced at his bloody left hand that was clenched into a fist at the moment and his knee trousers that had already been stained red by blood, and put his palm on his hand again.

At this moment, Si Jixia obviously had the intention of resisting, but instead of brushing away Dong Nuan Gu's hand, he retracted his own hand, but Dong Nuan Gu tightened his eyes at the moment he wanted to retract his hand. He grabbed his wrist tightly so that he would not have the chance to shrink back.

Si Jixia frowned tightly, with self-mockery and pain in his eyes, his complexion was pale and pale, even his lips were bloodless, so Dong Nuan held his wrist tightly, he knew If you can't retract your hand, just don't open your eyes and don't look at Dong Nuan's face or his left hand, just say in a low voice: "Miss Ah Nuan, my hands are dirty."

His hands are dirty, and his appearance is very embarrassing and ugly at the moment. Doesn't she dislike him?Why do you still sit down beside him, why don't you leave?

Dong Nuangu stared at Si Jixia's eyes that seemed to be trying to hold back something, and twisted the center of his brows into a "Chuan" character, but then slowly opened them at the next moment, and at the same time raised his left hand, and slowly opened it He tightly curled his five fingers in the palm of his hand.

Si Jixia's hands were very stiff, and it took a long time because of the warmth of Dong to break apart his five fingers. Then he could clearly see the wound on his palm. The wound was deep and could be seen from the wound on the tiger's mouth. The wound was half an inch or more deep, and because of his pinching just now, blood was still gurgling from the deep hole, even his fingernails were filled with blood, making his finger bones The distinct hands looked a little frighteningly skinny.

After breaking away Si Jixia's fingers, Dong Nuangu leaned down slightly, and pulled out the cotton towel that was sandwiched between his toes, then gently and carefully cupped his hand, and began to wipe off for him with the cotton towel. There was still sticky blood on the palms and backs of her hands. After wiping off the blood that had flowed out just now, she tore off the veil around her waist, soaked it in warm water in the wooden basin behind her, and then helped him with the dried blood on her hands. Wipe it off slowly, when she wiped the deep wound on his palm, her movements became more gentle and careful, and carefully wiped off the blood stains around the wound with a wet veil, there was not even a small drop of water. Let it flow into the wound.

Si Jixia was in a daze. He had been in a daze since the moment Dong Nuangu took his hand gently. He forgot to hide his ugliness and embarrassment, and he forgot to hold him between her toes when she bowed down. Remember to put your feet away, even forget to breathe, just look at Dong Nuan Gu, her delicate and beautiful oval face, her long eyelashes that occasionally tremble slightly, and her carefulness Gently cleaned the wounds on his hands, and she even carefully cleaned the blood from his nails.

No one had ever cleaned up his wounds so carefully and gently. If he was injured, he was injured. No one had ever cared about this. Even if he died, no one would care that there was one less Si Jixia in the world.

Her hand was very warm, her palm was very hot, the scorching temperature seemed to be able to burn into his heart and disturb his mind.

Looking at it, Si Jixia's eyes were blurred, his heart softened but also trembled slightly.

"Miss Ah Nuan can talk." When Dong Nuan opened the paper bag she brought and poured the medicine powder in a small white porcelain bottle in the paper bag onto the wound on Si Jixia's palm, the tingling sensation brought back his wandering thoughts. Sensible, I saw him turn his eyes away in a hurry, his ears were very red, and he said in a self-deprecating tone, "Miss Ah Nuan doesn't need me to watch your throat at all, it's unnecessary for me."

All the way from that dark road back to the inn to the present, he didn't ask her how she could talk or she could talk in the first place, and even pretended that nothing happened, but it didn't mean he didn't hear her that exclamation.

He heard it right, he was indeed exclaiming, his voice was full of uneasiness and tension, as if he was afraid that he would be hurt, this was an emotion that she would not have when she seemed to be quiet, at that moment he thought He got it wrong, so he instinctively dodged the oncoming attack easily, but in the end he could only catch the blade with his bare hands, but fortunately she was not injured, he just injured his hand, it didn't matter.

The voice she spoke shocked him, and the tension in her voice made him even more unbelievable. He couldn't or said he couldn't believe that she was nervous for him. Although it was only two words, he still heard them clearly.

And what she exclaimed suddenly was nothing else, but his name, neither Si Jixia nor the young master, but... Ping An.

She actually called him to be safe.

Her voice was a little hoarse, presumably because she didn't speak often, it wasn't as crisp as a silver bell, nor as soft as a feather scratching her heart, but as clear as spring water in the mountains, as warm as a breeze blowing on her face, it was It matched how he imagined her voice would sound.

Is it his delusion?

"Young master knows martial arts." Dong Nuangu finally spoke, her voice was still a little hoarse, because she never had a chance to speak these days, she didn't look up at Si Jixia, she just concentrated on applying medicine to his wound, " There is no need for me to worry about your son's safety."

Si Jixia didn't expect that Dong Nuan's second words to him would be to choke him back, he was so choked that he didn't know how to answer, and after a while he apologized: "I didn't intentionally hide from Miss Ah Nuan. "

(End of this chapter)