Bond of Smiling Proud

In the thick porcelain bowl, the rice was boiled soft and thick, with a faint medicinal aroma.

Dongfang raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the silent and indifferent little girl in front of him.

Wen Mu blinked, as if he had finally come to his senses, and explained softly, "I put Astragalus, which can replenish blood."

Dongfang nodded and drank slowly.Leaning against the bed again, she watched her skillfully hold his wrist and feel his pulse.

Fine dust floats in the air.The midday sun shines through the window lattice and falls on her thin and pale wrists, like a layer of warm velvet.The nails are round and neatly trimmed, touching his wrist, the skin is thin and soft, you can almost feel the sound of blood flowing quietly in the blood vessels.

After a while, the finger left.Wen Mu pondered for a while, "It's recovering well." He went to the old medicine box to get a bottle of medicine powder and a clean cloth, fetched a basin of water, and said seriously, "It's time to change the medicine."

Dongfang looked at the girl's expressionless face, and there seemed to be a bit of helplessness in his deep eyes.He didn't say anything, just sat up cooperatively, revealing the cloth strips wrapped around the wound on his body.

He was about to raise his hand to untie it, but his arm was gently pressed, "Don't drag the wound, I'll do it."

Wen Mu sat in front of him, untied the cloth belt for him, and examined the wound carefully.

There were three stab wounds on his body, one on his chest and two on his ribs, but now he could barely stop the bleeding, revealing his hideous turned flesh.

Dongfang looked at the mottled blood on his body, clenched his fingers slightly, his eyes were dark and cold.

Wen Mu didn't pay attention to these.She just squeezed the water gently with a cloth towel, and gently wiped off the remaining blood stains and unmelted medicine powder on the wound for him.

She played very lightly.In order not to involve the texture, just gently press with a cloth towel, and slowly remove the blood stains little by little.

And finely sprinkle the anti-inflammatory powder.Those tiny powders lightly fell on the wound, making him shudder slightly itchy.Wen Mu glanced at him, thought for a while, and then gently blew on his wound.

Dongfang was stunned for a moment.

Wen Mu had already wrapped the cloth strips around his back and tied them tightly.

Dongfang silently watched her busy.When the cloth was wrapped around his back, his shallow breath almost touched his shoulder.There was a fragrance of medicinal herbs on her body, and her long, slightly yellow hair was tied behind her, with a shallow twist on the top of her head.

Although the steps are delicate, her movements are gentle and neat.But after a while, Dongfang was pressed and lay down again.

Seeing her putting away the changed cloth strips, picking up the wooden basin and turning around to leave, Dongfang paused, and finally sighed softly, retracting the words that came to his lips.

There was the sound of water washing cloth strips outside the house.The summer cicadas chirped in the air, and the gentle wind passed through the hall, bringing intermittent humming.

It's an unknown tune.

Dongfang thought of her always expressionless face, but she was humming such a brisk tune in the sun, and couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips slightly.

Perhaps the medicine powder had worked, the wound felt slightly hot, and drowsiness gradually enveloped him.

He took a light breath and closed his eyes.He said to himself, wait for the injury to heal before doing other things.Those who betrayed him, even if they were stripped of their bones and bones, he would never let them go.

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