Sweet love: schoolmaster kiss addiction

"Robbing, robbing, someone robbing..." The bag doesn't matter, but what matters is what's inside. After a few seconds, Xia morxuan screamed, and then ran forward with her little high heels.

Passers by saw her being robbed, but no one came forward to help. They just watched a weak girl pitifully chase the thief. Suddenly, a hand reached out and pulled Xia morxuan over. Xia morxuan looked back in amazement, but Su Zihang's face was very bad.

He said, "you wait here. I'll come."

Before Xia Moxuan could react, Su Zihang's figure was like an arrow leaving the string. He ran forward quickly. In the noon sun, his slender legs were running forward, and he was getting closer to the thief's figure

Xia morxuan trots in that direction, but when she arrives, Su Zihang and the thief are gone. She turns around to look for Su Zihang.

Su Zihang, you must not have anything! I'd rather lose my bag than see my good friend hurt.

Xia morxuan stood in the same place, anxiously waiting for about ten minutes, until Su Zihang, who was out of breath, ran back. He put his bag into Xia morxuan's arms, and there was a trace of happiness in his low voice: "see if there is something missing."

"Su Zihang, thank you." Deeply moved, Xia opened her bag and began to look inside. Seeing that there was nothing missing, she looked up at Su Zihang. She wanted to invite Su Zihang to dinner at noon, but she saw him turn around and leave.

Sharp eyed Xia Moxuan suddenly saw his scratched clothes. It seems that the thief just had a knife on his body. Thinking that Su Zihang must have been injured, Xia Moxuan rushed after him, grabbed Su Zihang's hand, rolled his sleeve up, saw a bright red wound, and tears rolled out.

Xia morxuan is a treasure loved by her family. She has never really seen the wound. Today, she is afraid and uncomfortable.

Looking at her crying, Su Zihang couldn't help laughing. He reached for her forehead and said, "what's the big deal? What is a man's blood? "

Xia morxuan is still crying. Su Zihang can't help roaring: "I hate crying girls."

But I don't hate the girl in front of me.

"I don't care. You come with me." Xia morxuan didn't even care to wipe her tears. Holding Su Zihang's uninjured hand, she went to the roadside pharmacy and said to the doctor on duty, "doctor, please treat my classmate's wound with the best medicine."

The doctors on duty in the pharmacy are all retired doctors in the hospital. Although they are old, their medical skills are still very good. Fortunately, Su Zihang's wound is not deep and does not need stitches. If they need stitches, they have to go to the hospital for treatment.

The doctor asked Su Zihang to sit down on the chair in front of him, and then smeared the medicine for him. Finally, he wrapped it with gauze, packed the remaining medicine and handed it to Xia Moxuan. He said, "remember to wipe it every morning and evening, and you won't have to worry about it after a week."