Rong Yanran glared at her fiercely: "Don't you have hands? You don't need me to teach you how to untie it, right? It's just untying a coat. It's nothing. If I weren't afraid of injuring the wound, I would use you?! That's a long way to go!

So annoying!"

Rong Yanran is very unauthentic. Her life before and after time travel has been smooth sailing. It was the first time she encountered a real gunfight of a comparable level and she was injured. She was in a bad mood, so she naturally treated the person in front of her as a punching bag.

"You asked for this!" After being scolded by her one after another, her expression and tone were unnatural, and Luo Ziheng's temper that had been suppressed for a long time exploded. He originally thought that she was a wounded person, so he didn't care about her, and he became more and more aggressive.

With a big hand, he untied her belt and tried to pull off her coat. When he saw the arrow, he slowed down his movements.

The coat was slowly taken off, and her jade-like shoulders and large expanse of snow-white skin on her back came into view. Her tied hair was scattered due to the running around just now, and poured out like a waterfall. It was as white as snow,

The ink and jade intertwined together, making his breathing a little tight.

Rong Yanran saw that he had not given her the medicine for a long time, and looked back in surprise. Before he could take away the hot gaze in his eyes, Rong Yanran's eyes had a teasing taste: "Master, please don't forget to give me the medicine while you appreciate it."

I'll give you the medicine." After saying that, he turned around and muttered quietly: "Men are all like this."

Luo Ziheng's hand that was about to apply the medicine stopped in mid-air, and suddenly moved in front of her, looking at her fiercely: "All men are like this? Which other man have you seen like this? Has Murong An seen you like this too?

Body?! That's why you don't care." A man who falls in love has zero IQ, and can misinterpret a single sentence into multiple meanings.

"Master Luo, are you going to give me the medicine? Are you happy to see me die from the poison? I am being plotted and robbed by you. I am a person, not an object. Please take me away in the future. Please obey."

Give me your opinion!" Damn it, living with Luo Ziheng was so frustrating back then, and following Murong An feels good, but that guy is not a bright move.

Luo Ziheng didn't digest what she said for a moment, so he moved behind her and quickly applied the concoction on her. He had always wanted to give her the best, what she wanted, but he was saddened to see it in front of him. He really didn't understand her heart.

What do you want most?

"Ah." Yanran hissed in pain, and dark purple blood flowed out from the arrowhead. Luo Ziheng hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief. In fact, it didn't hurt that much. Rong Yanran was deliberately showing pain so that this guy would treat her badly.

Feeling guilty, I will have the weight to suppress him in the future.

Sure enough, when Luo Ziheng saw her frowning and crying out in pain, he felt panicked for a moment. He remembered that when he was a child, his mother always blew him on the painful area. While wiping the blood that kept pouring out, Luo Ziheng gently blew her

of wounds.

"Does this feel better?" Before he could ask, he saw his body tightening and she no longer cried out in pain. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice became softer: "

Yan'er, does this make you feel better? Does it still hurt?"
Chapter completed!