Chapter 349: Esports God, don't close yourself 22

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He held the note tightly in his hand, waiting until he was back to normal.
Explain it well, maybe she will listen.
The more I think about it, the more I have to faint.
After just taking a few steps, his body was teetering and he would fall to the ground.
At this time, Su Yan found the first aid box somewhere in the living room.
I was walking up.
I saw Ji Yan's gauze-wrapped hand, and after a while of effort, he even dripped blood along his fingers.
The blood infiltrated the gauze, ticked, and dropped to the ground.
She pursed her mouth and walked over to find that he seemed extremely uncomfortable.
The next second, Ji Yan went straight to her face and fell on the ground.
She took three and two steps and hugged Ji Yan.
咣 Dang.
The two fell to the ground together.
Su Yan looked at his aching complexion and turned pale, and reached out and patted his cheek.
"Ji Yan? Ji Yan?"
As he was talking, he drew his fingers into people.
Presumably her method worked.
The dark eyes gradually restored their brightness.
Su Yan's voice came to his ear, his eyes opened, and the nervous face appeared in his sight.
Su Yan's eyes were serious
"How are you?"
Ji Yan looked at Su Yan, and it was a long time before he determined that he was not dreaming.
Those pains in the body are gradually disappearing.
He opened his mouth, but the first sentence was
"Don't you go?"
Su Yan looked at his uneasy and helpless look, and his eyes fell on his injured wrist again.
The pink lips were gradually curled up.
A little cold
"Do you like masochism? You deliberately made your wrist like this?"
Xiaohua listened and took a breath.
Is the host angry?
Are you angry with the male lead? ?
In Xiaohua's cognition, the host is very good, and too indifferent to everything around him.
I don't know if it is the living beings in the eyes of its host, or no one else.
So little flowers rarely see the host angry.
Not to mention angry with the male lead.
Ji Yan froze her body, then silently wanted to hide her bleeding wrist in her cuff.
Su Yan pursed his lips, watching his movements and making a noise
"Don't hide the injured hand."
Then, she opened her palms and gestured.
Ji Yan looked at her, hesitated for a while, and handed it slowly.
She lowered her head, reached out, and took him off the gauze little by little.
Suddenly, a deep crack in the wrist appeared before his eyes.
Ji Yan also wants to hide.
He was choked by Su Yan. s
She took a piece of sugar from her pocket.
Peel the sugar, and stuff the soft white sugar directly into his mouth.
Follow up, pick up the disinfection water little by little, and wipe off the blood.
Beside the deep mouth, the scars that had healed were counted.
Looking at those scars, it seems to be a long time.
After a short hand, she bandaged him.
The white gauze covered the blood-stained mouth.
Wait until everything is done.
Su Yan looked at his hands.
Still holding his injured arm.
Look at him, though pale, but clear-looking, without pain.
Ji Yan still seems to be stuck in sugar.
The sweet smell permeated his mouth almost instantly.
Until Su Yan speaks
"I touch you, don't you hurt?"
Ji Yan returned to God, the two looked at each other, and then looked at the skin contact.
Some hot pain, but compared to the previous pain in the skin, it is almost negligible.