Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Jian Yan stood up, walked around behind him, and bent down to untie the belt that bound his wrists.

But when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but scream, "Why is your wrist worn like this!"

His wrist had been rubbed by the belt and was bleeding. The blood flowed down his wrist to the back and palm of his hand, and the gaps between his fingers were filled with solidified dark red, which was mottled and glaring.

shocking.

"What's wrong?" Tong Ruixiao was puzzled.

He had been tied up for too long, his arms had gone numb, and he only felt a stinging pain in his wrists from time to time.

Because he relied on the stinging pain to stay awake, he not only did not avoid it, but also deliberately rubbed his wrist hard. He didn't know what was going on.

"bleeding."

Jian Yan whispered as she untied the knot she had tied and the iron buckle of her thin belt bit by bit, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"Can't you feel the pain? Why don't you tell me?"

She loosened the belt and pulled it out.

I found that although this belt is thin, it is hard and not easy to break. The edges are not wrapped for the sake of wild beauty, so they are very sharp and can easily rub the leather.

She was upset in her heart, wondering why she only considered the thickness when she got it, and didn't think about whether it would hurt anyone!

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt much."

His answer was mild.

The moment his stiff arm relaxed, Tong Ruixiao felt a more intense pain than before.

So he added: "It does hurt now...but it only lasts for a moment."

Jian Yan pursed her lips. For some reason, she felt inexplicably angry: "Because the flesh and blood are stuck to the belt. The belt is stuck in a small part of the flesh, so of course it will hurt when it is pulled apart!"

"So that's it."

He curled his lips, seemingly not taking it seriously. He stretched his arms twice, moved his wrists in front of him, and found that his wrists and hands were covered in blood.

"No wonder I felt itchy before, it turned out that the blood was flowing out."

Because I twisted my wrist when I struggled to break free, there were scars all around. The joints on the back of my hand were worn out and bled more, but there were only one or two red scars on the inside.

He wanted to get up, but his legs were numb from kneeling for too long, so he said to her apologetically, "Xiao Jian, can you help me up?"

Jian Yan reached out to hold his arm, but when she saw the wound on his wrist, her fingertips trembled slightly.

Help him to stand up.

Tong Ruixiao stood still, his body swayed slightly, and then stabilized.

Only then did he realize that he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

He glanced at the empty bottle of red wine on the bedside table and smiled, "Three bottles of wine, I drank one and a half bottles myself."

Jian Yan saw that he was joking to ease the atmosphere, and glanced at the white silk pajamas in front of him, which were already in a mess. There were large red wine stains on his neck and chest, which had not yet dried, which was quite tempting.

He also joked:

"I would like to drink the rest, but the cup has a temper and is reluctant to do so."

His ears were visibly red, but he still said seriously, "That way of drinking is not very efficient. You can try a new method."

"Develop somewhere else?"

Jian Yan looked down from his eyes, and wherever her eyes went, his body gradually became hot, and the heat that had been suppressed was rekindled.

The smell of alcohol almost desensitized his sense of smell, but his mind was still clear. But as soon as she said this, he felt dizzy.

More intoxicating than red wine.

"do not do that……"

Hoarseness.

She took two steps forward and tilted her head to look at him, "You haven't done what you promised me yet."

Tong Ruixiao was forced by her to lean against the closet, his body stiff.

His usual elegance and composure were gone, his eyelashes drooped, and he backed away step by step, as if he had been bullied.

Jian Yan thought he was quite interesting, his ears would turn red at any time. She seemed to enjoy his torment.

She looked him up and down with bright eyes, and crossed her arms, "Mr. Tong, it's not good to break your promise."

He gave in. "It's too late today. How about another day?"

"Some other time..."

Jane hated the meaningful drawl.

In fact, she didn't want to continue, but the way he avoided it made her want to tease him.

He had clearly brought the condom and was feeling quite uncomfortable, but he wanted to escape. Why?

Is it because you are afraid of being forced to drink again? Or is it because your wrist hurts?

I looked at his wrist and the wound was quite glaring.

Just as he was about to answer something, she asked, "Is your wrist okay? Do you want me to bandage it for you?"

After all, he was splashed with wine and had to take a shower. The wound on his wrist would be very painful if it came into contact with shower gel.

Hearing her say this, Tong Ruixiao was silent, the heat on his face had not yet subsided, but his voice was restrained and calm, "Okay, thank you for your help."

He was not pretending to be reserved or not wanting to continue contact with her, but both parties needed to calm down after the quarrel.

Besides, he could see that she was no longer interested.

Jian Yan asked him to wash the blood off his hands with clean water, then took out the medicine box and disinfected him with iodine.

While he was treating it, he said, "I bought this medicine box to treat Xiao Mu's wounds. He was often injured in fights. But he seemed reluctant for me to bandage him. Maybe he thought it was a bit embarrassing."

Tong Ruixiao looked at the medicine box and thought to himself that it turned out that I was benefiting from my son.

Otherwise, you won’t treat my wound, right?

Putting his thoughts aside, he answered her, "I don't think it's embarrassing to ask others to help apply the medicine."

“So I think you two are really different.”

"Even though they are father and son, their dining tastes and habits are completely opposite."

He glanced at her, "It would be strange if they were the same, right?"

Even identical twins would not have exactly the same preferences, let alone father and son.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "That's right."

In fact, she was thinking that after two people have lived together for so many years, their living habits will always be intertwined, right? It is rare for them to be completely opposite.

But on second thought, according to Xiao Mu, Tong Ruixiao didn't seem to return to the villa often in the past, so this could be explained.

Nothing more to say.

Treating wounds was easy for her, and her skillful technique surprised Tong Ruixiao. "Do you bandage people often?"

"I studied chemistry, and a classmate of mine who studied the same major switched to clinical medicine and taught me some bandaging techniques. Plus, it's impossible for a person to not get injured while studying abroad, so I simply read about various treatment methods for minor injuries."

She made this up. She couldn't say that she was familiar with the process of treating wounds because she was often injured in her parents' fights when she was a child.

If she said this, Tong Ruixiao would immediately see that she was not the original owner.

"It's good to know how to bandage wounds. This way we can better deal with emergencies." Tong Ruixiao believed her words and went along with her.

Jian laughed softly, "An emergency? Does it mean that when playing a recreational game, someone's wrist is rubbed by the game props?"

"So fragile~"

She wasn't being sarcastic, but her tone of voice was full of twists and turns, as if she was afraid of not arousing people's speculation.