Love is even colder than snow

I wonder if he as like as two peas in the world. He felt that he felt the same light grip on the foot as he had Tang Su's feet.

But how could she be his beloved girl!

People can't come back from death. Tang Su's bodies have been cremated. She won't come back.

Thinking that he didn't even see the last side of Tang Su, Nangong Yin's eyes were slightly wet. He turned his face aside and eased for a long time before forcibly restoring himself to his usual calm appearance.

Tang Su's feet are really white. It's not too much to say that they are as white as jade.

On the outside of her left foot, a large piece of flesh was scraped off by the car. Now, there is still bright red blood seeping out.

Nangong Yin insisted that Tang Su come to the hospital in order to make sure whether her legs and feet were injured and whether her body was injured elsewhere.

After a detailed examination, it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her bones. He could deal with these injuries.

The delicate and small toes curled slightly in the palm of his hand, unspeakably cute.

Her toenails are healthy pink in the middle. Every detail is exquisite enough.

I can't imagine that such an ugly one gave birth to such a beautiful pair of feet.

Staring at Tang Su Xianbai's little foot and Nangong Yin's Adam's apple, he couldn't help rolling violently.

Originally, Nangong Yin grabbed her foot and said he wanted to treat her wound. Tang Su was very nervous. Now she saw that he had been holding her foot tightly and didn't mean to treat her wound. She was even more nervous.

He can't handle the wound at all. Don't know where to start?

Tang Su couldn't help but excite her spirit. She already hurt enough. If she was harmed by a novice again, she wouldn't die of pain?

Tang Su was afraid that if she spoke too plainly, he would become angry and hurt her poor legs and feet even more. She said quite tactfully, "Mr. Nangong, why don't you let the doctor deal with my wound."

"You see, my feet are dirty. If I accidentally get your hands dirty, it's bad."

He thought she was disgusting. If the blood on her feet touched his hands, he couldn't tell how responsive she was!

Tang Su didn't say these words behind her, but Nangong Yin accurately read out the thoughts in her heart. His heart couldn't help but hurt. He asked, "Tang Su, I don't think you're dirty."

After saying this, Nangong Yin wanted to bite off his tongue.

Why does he feel that what he just said is so affectionate?

He just had a pit in his head to talk to an ugly man so affectionately.

Forget it, just thank her for saving Xiao Ruo.

"Tang Su, I mean, you'll get hurt because you saved Xiao Ruo. I shouldn't think your legs and feet are dirty."

So it is!

I've long been used to Nangong Yin's indifference. When he said so, she didn't feel anything.

She was worried that her already miserable legs and feet would be poisoned by him.

"Mr. Nangong, I really don't need to trouble you about my injury. Let..."

The disinfection cotton ball in Nangong Yin's hand has fallen to her wound.

Hey, I can only bite my teeth and be poisoned.

Tang Su held on to her clothes. She was ready to be poisoned to death by Nangong Yin. Unexpectedly, his technique was surprisingly good. He treated her wound, but she didn't feel much pain.

At least it's much more comfortable than the doctor treated her just now.

At first, the doctor was still standing in the VIP ward, but later, seeing Nangong Yin treating Tang Su's wound so seriously, she suddenly felt that she was redundant here.

She glanced at Nangong Yin, silently stepped out and closed the door for them.

Xiaoshen and Nangong Ruo are very worried about Tang Su's injury, but they are afraid that they will scare Zhaozhao when they deal with the wound. They still follow Peiyi to the lounge next door and play with Zhaozhao there.

Therefore, there are only Tang Su and Nangong Yin left in such a large VIP ward.

It was a female doctor who treated Tang Su's wound just now. She grabbed her foot. She didn't feel anything.

But at this time, Nangong Yin has been holding her feet tightly, touching her skin, which is indescribable.

Moreover, when he treated her for the injury on her leg, his left hand still clung to her foot and stuck to it.

"Mr. Nangong, can you let go of my feet first?"

"I'm treating your wound." Nangong Yin spoke confidently. That meant that he had to hold her feet, or he couldn't deal with the wound.

Tang Su can't help but have some self doubt. Is it difficult to deal with the problems on her legs? Do you really have to grasp her feet?

Nangong Yin looks very professional. She should believe what he said, right?

After all, he didn't let her hurt as much as when she was treated by the doctor just now. Tang Su decided to believe his specialty once again.

His movement was particularly slow, and the process of asking him to treat her wound was also particularly long.

It was not easy for Tang Su to wait until he finished dressing her with a good medicine bag. He had to let go of her feet anyway.

Unexpectedly, he still held her tightly.

"Mr. Nangong, should you let me go?"

Nangong Yin remained motionless.

"Mr. Nangong, my feet are numb."

After hearing Tang Su's words, Nangong Yin reluctantly let go of her feet.

"Mr. Nangong, I'm sorry to trouble you today. You're so busy. Go back first. I'll let Xiaoyan come with me later."

Nangong Yin didn't speak. His eyes stuck on Tang Su's small face, heating up bit by bit, and finally locked on her lips.

Staring at her small mouth, Nangong Yin couldn't help thinking of what it was like to hold her waist and press her under her last time in Nangong ruo's dance room.

Tang Su inexplicably felt that there was some heat in the air. As soon as she raised her face, she looked at Nangong Yin's burning eyes. Her eyelids jumped wildly. She quickly turned her face to one side. She didn't want the atmosphere between them to be so embarrassing and awkward.

"Mr. Nangong, I like Xiao Ruo very much, but my legs and feet... I may not be able to teach Xiao Ruo to dance for the time being. Otherwise, you can find another dance teacher for Xiao Ruo before I get well. Don't delay her learning dance."

Tang Su waited for a long time, but he didn't get a response from Nangong Yin.

She turned her face and wanted to see if he was asleep. Who knows, his sight was still locked on her face, to be exact, on her lips.

Tang Su reached out and touched her mouth. "Mr. Nangong, do I have anything on my mouth?"

"Tang Su, I want to kiss you!"