He's cute but puritanical

However, she is still in the living room. She wants to be organized by the garbage.

"Probably not." When Feng Yu'an sees it well, he catches a glimpse of the body of the dustbin on the ground and frowns, "when you leave, please take the garbage with you and walk with the garbage can you kicked out."

Xiao Zuo "..." She's really addicted to him!

Handsome face black heavy, he pulled up the corner of his lips, smile cold, "who told you I'm going to leave?"

He's stuck around. Is he going to stay here for the night?

Feng Yu an moved his lips and was about to reply when he caught a glimpse of his left hand holding a broom. There was a dry bloodstain on the side of his hand.

"Your hand Injured? "

Zuo Xiao followed her eyes and looked at her left hand. It was when she broke the chopsticks at noon that she was accidentally scratched.

But he was angry and didn't deal with the wound.

For him, it was just a minor injury. After the blood stopped naturally, he almost forgot about it.

At this time, the dark green eyes brush over the wound, and again coagulate in her face, as if to see something from her expression.

After a few seconds, he lifted his lips coldly. "Well, it's a small wound that can't die."

No matter what Yu an's skill is.

In China, few people can hurt him.

This wound is strange in the palm of the hand, can't it be from self mutilation?

With a pursed lip, she got up from the sofa and headed for the bedroom.

Passing by his side, Zuo Xiao pressed her shoulder, "where are you going?"

Feng Yu'an put his hands in front of him and raised his eyes to him. His voice was a little discontented. "This is my home. I want to change clothes in my bedroom. Do I have to report to you?"

Her hands covered her tightly. But from his vantage point of view, you can still see the beautiful scenery.

Thinking that he was the culprit of tearing her clothes, the assistant owl's eyes flashed uneasily, and finally let go.

A few minutes later, Feng Yuan changed into a gray home suit and came out of the bedroom.

But there's an extra medicine box in hand.

When she came to the tea table, she took a look at the man who was still pestering there, and pointed to the sofa calmly, "come here, sit down."

The tone of command again!

With a cool face, Zuo Xiao quietly put down the broom in his hand, walked over and sat down.

It looks very cold and arrogant, with a twist.

Feng Yuan took out the medical disinfectant and glanced at him, "hand."

Zuo Xiao frowned slightly and stretched out his right hand.

"Not this one."

He did not say a word, but still obediently spread his left hand in front of her.

Men's hands hold guns all the year round. They have thin cocoons, but they have distinct bony joints and are slender and good-looking.

But the wound in the palm is not shallow, and there are wood thorns on the skin of valgus.

Feng Yu'an grabs his hand and cleans the dried blood with a cotton ball.

He lowered his head and patiently pricked him out with tweezers.

Zuo Xiao didn't move all the way, and his eyes were fixed on her focused side face.

"OK..."

Feng Yu'an finished the wound for him and raised his head. His eyes were caught off guard and ran into his eyes.

Zuo Xiao's eyebrow bone is very high, with a straight nose, cold and pressing.

But at the moment, the overhead light sprinkles down, falls on his angular side face, the deep facial features lines seem to be softer.

"Why?"

The question came inexplicably, but Feng Yu'an understood his meaning.

She packed the medicine box, light return way, "Oh, I'm afraid your hand is broken, also depends on me."

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