The wounds on the fingers were very fine, the blood had already condensed, and they were covered with slender hands piece by piece, making the beauty that was overwhelming.

Mo Nanjue sat without moving, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed due to the tingling pain. Chen An carefully cleaned it up for him and carefully clamped out the extremely small gravel with tweezers.

"Does it hurt?"

"..." Mo Nanjue looked cold.

Chen An asked while clamping, "Does it hurt? Do you want me to change the tweezers? This head is a little pointed, and it will hurt if you clamp it."

"..." Mo Nanjue's thin lips were pursed tightly, without saying a word.

After a long time, Chen An finally raised his head, "Does it hurt?"

"Forget it if you don't pinch it!"

Mo Nanjue suddenly stood up, pushed him away and walked towards the bed. Chen An grabbed him, "I won't ask, can I do it?"

"I just asked the question?!"

“…”

Chen An pulled him back and sat down, and continued to clean him. In fact, it was impossible not to hurt. Ten fingers connected to the heart, which hurt even more than an ordinary knife wound.

Besides, the wind has been blowing outside for so long.

Chen An repeatedly wiped it with a cotton swab several times, and after applying the medicine, he wrapped several layers of it with a bandage. "You can't touch the water, don't use force. Fortunately, it didn't hurt your muscles or bones, otherwise your hands would be ruined if the wound is so deep."

"..." Mo Nanjue lowered his eyes and looked at his hands that were almost wrapped in balls. The man's face became colder, "Do you think I'm Doraemon?!"

I have so many layers to put in the oven?!

"It can only be wrapped like this, otherwise the medicine will seep out," Chen An rolled up a bandage. "Change the medicine three times a day, and it can be removed after the scabs and will be cured soon."

"How long will it take soon?!"

"It will definitely be done for a few days. It doesn't matter if you wrap it around, just don't touch it..."

"roll!"

It's so ugly!

Mo Nanjue looked at his hand disgustedly, and even if he opened his five fingers, he couldn't take anything. He turned around and walked towards the big bed.

The arm was grabbed again.

Mo Nanjue paused and felt the hand tightening tightening when he was holding himself. Chen An lowered his eyes slightly, and the voice rolled a few times before he made it. "I've thought about it."

"Don't think about it."

"About the thing you said..."

"It's true."

"but……"

"No, it's me, it's me."

“…”

Chen An tightened his five fingers, and Mo Nanjue pressed his expression. Before he could make a sound, he was suddenly hugged from the side!

Mo Nanjue's body stiffened, Chen An held his hands tightly against his waist, and his forehead was lowered to his shoulders.

He said word by word, "It's past, no one mentions the past. I have forgotten it. Whether it's you or not, I have forgotten it. Since you say sorry, then I forgive you, Mo Nanjue, I forgive you. Don't be like this anymore. You don't owe me anything. Don't think you owe me. I would rather you beat me up."

When Mo Nanjue heard this, he suddenly stepped back and raised his hand and pounded it hard on his shoulder, "Disassemble these things in the bag first. How can I beat you like this?"

It didn't hurt if he punched him. Chen An took two steps back and raised a familiar smile on the corner of his mouth, "I can't beat me up, but I can't touch Tong Ran is the key, right?"

"Get out!" Mo Nanjue raised his leg and kicked him, "Hurry up and tear it down for me!"

Chen An avoided, "Then you might as well chop your hands and use your mouth instead..."

"Tell me how to use my mouth?" Mo Nanjue stared at him fiercely, and even felt heavy when he fisted, "Tell me?"
Chapter completed!