Chapter 44 Whether it hurts or not depends on who you scream in front of

As soon as Xu Shu left, Bo Yanqing closed the door himself.

With a "click" sound, the lollipop was bitten into pieces in the mouth.

Nan Jiao looked at the man walking towards her with blank eyes and felt a toothache for the first time.

"My injuries have all been treated by Dr. Xu."

Nan Jiaojiao watched him unscrew the bottle cap and reminded him.

Bo Yan glanced at her, with no trace of happiness or anger in his brows. He stepped forward in two steps and lifted up the hem of her skirt.

The refreshing cold wind penetrated her thighs, causing slight pain from the friction of the tulle. Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously moved her feet inward, but a big hand was pressed on her knees, making her unable to move at all.

She kept it secret until now, but she was still found out.

The coldness in Bo Yanqing's dark eyes became darker and heavier, and his breathing seemed to be cut off, as he exhaled heavily inch by inch, "You are quite tolerant."

The sarcastic and sarcastic voice was low, as if it was drilling into the ear.

Nan Jiaojiao trembled all over, "No, it doesn't hurt."

"Say one more thing?" Bo Yanqing threatened her, his face tightening.

She didn't dare and quietly glanced at the wound between her legs.

A red patch, filament-like, similar to a scratch.

I wasn't wearing riding clothes, and I didn't have any armor. Unfortunately, I was wearing a skirt. When I pinched the horse's belly, it would inevitably cause wounds due to friction.

The ointment was a smear type. Bo Yanqing didn't use a cotton swab, so he applied it to her wound with his fingers.

At first she could bear it, but when he touched the badly injured area, she shivered in pain.

"Uncle, please be gentle, it hurts."

Bo Yanqing half-crouched in front of her, placing the hand holding the ointment on the bent knee. Hearing this, he coldly pulled the corners of his lips and said, "You are a piece of wood, can you also feel pain?"

"Whether it hurts depends on who you scream in front of."

The man paused his hand, then stabbed the wound hard.

"Uncle San!" She screamed in pain.

"Stop acting coquettishly at me, it won't work."

Bo Yanqing's face was as cold as the King of Hell, and he gradually became a little more angry. However, after the anger passed, when he heard her cry out in pain, it was he who felt uncomfortable.

The strength in my hands unconsciously increased a lot.

After he finished applying it, he gently fanned it with the palm of his hand.

She mocked carelessly: "Shen Shichu left you alone, and you didn't even have a second thought in her heart?"

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at the sky.

Hmm...

The ceiling was white, and there was only one arc-shaped lamp. The light emitted was not very strong. The warm orange halo created a halo in her hair, and the straight nose revealed a thin cold light.

She thought to herself, Dr. Xu is so simple.

After thinking about it, she began to think about Bo Yanqing's attitude again. However, she really has no experience in emotions, so she might as well ask him humbly: "Excuse me, third uncle, are you angry with Shen Shichu now?"

Bo Yanqing seemed stunned for a moment. He was still squatting half-crouched, raised his head, and met Nan Jiaojiao's eyes, which were looking down.

She sat with her hands on the edge of the bed, holding a lollipop in her mouth. The white tube moved from the left corner of her mouth to the right corner of her mouth, moving it back and forth.

The man's eyes darkened, and he snatched her lollipop. The sugar on it had all melted, leaving only a small amount of sugar residue.

"Why am I angry? Stop putting your own mood on me."

So, is he angry or not?

Before Nan Jiaojiao could take a closer look, Bo Yanqing had already stood up and put the ointment into a bag. He didn't hand it to her, but carried it in his hand.

It looked like he was about to leave, so Nan Jiaojiao stood up and asked, "How about I punish him and help you vent your anger?"
Chapter completed!