Chapter 890: You are the woman of last night (1)

Look, he only showed such concern because he hurt you.
The more Xinluo you are, the more you are now, and you are no longer Tang Xinluo.
Don't be the same as Tang Xinluo in the past and be easily influenced by his actions!
Xin Luo desperately told herself to restrain and be firm.
Immediately after that, Lu Yuchen took the medicine box and turned back.
"Extend your right hand." The man's voice was still indifferent and cold.
When Xin Luo heard his unwavering tone, she knew that everything just now was nothing more than she thought.
She just said, how could his concern be mixed with other meanings.
He still didn't want to recognize her.
His indifferent and cold tone was just like talking to a stranger.
Sure enough, more terrifying than hatred is indifference.
His indifference can almost freeze her heart.
The nasal cavity was slightly sour, and Xinluo said stubbornly, "No, give me the medicine, and I will rub it myself."
The man ignored it, opened the medicine box without denying it, and took out various medical supplies from it.
Seeing the little woman still curled her hands, she refused to reach out.
He didn't speak, but grabbed her right wrist and pulled out her tender little hand.
"I said no need..."
"Are you afraid of pain?" The man suddenly looked sideways and asked lightly.
The cold and indifferent eyes faintly flashed a touch of unprecedented concern.
"No, not afraid." She shook her head.
Four years ago, Tang Xinluo might be afraid, but four years later, Yue Xinluo was no longer the little woman who had no power to restrain the chicken.
Pain and scars can force people to grow.
Lu Yuchen nodded slightly, "Then you bear it, I will try to be lighter."
After he finished speaking, he gently spread her palm, and first used cotton and tweezers to help her clean up the debris that had been pierced into the meat.
Then, he started to disinfect her with alcohol.
Xin Luo looked at him with eyes drooping, stern and serious, and he was in a trance for a while.
This kind of Lu Yuchen had focus and seriousness in his eyes, as if she was still his beloved treasure.
"hiss--"
On the palm of his right hand, there was a sudden sting of alcohol soaking into the wound. Xin Luo didn't hold back for a while, and even let out a soft cry.
What a shame.
I clearly said that I am not afraid of pain.
"It hurts?" The man Qingyue's magnetic voice sounded, with enough concern to make her feel confused.
"No, I just didn't hold it back for a while." She bit her lower lip, unwilling to show weakness in front of him.
Lu Yuchen let out an "um" without speaking, and continued to treat her wounds.
I don't know why, but I said that I didn't care.
Xin Luo suddenly felt that there was a kind of melancholy in my heart.
It's just this loss that just rose from the bottom of my heart.
There was an itchy, crisp sensation on the palm of his right hand.
She raised her head in surprise, only to see that the man actually held her wrist, lowered her head to the palm of her hand, and blew a breath.
"It still hurts?"
He raised his eyes to see her eyes, deep and cold, with a little bit of starlight.
It's like, in his eyes, there are the entire Milky Way stars.
Xinluo was slightly confused. He didn't expect that four years later, he could see such gentle eyes.
She was stunned, and Taohua's eyes showed an expression of disbelief.
Lu Yuchen held her palm again and blew his breath, his tone lighter than before.
"Women are so squeamish? I have tried my best to relax..."
He whispered while blowing.
The tone was not complaining, but a self-contained summary.