[ QT ] Heal The Demon

- 23 -

…… Lu Sujun thought in a daze, if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would completely lose his sweetheart.

“Major. ”The subordinate on one side handed over a letterhead, which disturbed his thoughts.

Lu Sujun has always been gentle and elegant, and his beauty is extraordinary, but at this time, his eyes are blue and black, and there is a faint circle of green stubble above his lips.

He looks quite down and down, and the tone of the person asking is also very impatient: "What is this?" ” The subordinate hurriedly said, “The eldest lady sent it out from the royal family. ”

Lu Sujun unfolded the letter. He didn't know what he was thinking of. His expression suddenly eased a lot. He hurriedly went upstairs and entered the study.

After a moment of deliberation, he returned a letter to his sister.

**

I don't know if it is the illusion of Rong Wan, the protagonist has been particularly vulnerable to injury in recent days.

Pruning branches and leaves in the garden, when I come back, the back of my hand is always scratched a little bit by flower thorns.

When cleaning the room, my knees will hit the foot of the bed, leaving bruised lumps.

There are already some old scars on his skin that have not been completely healed, and this has added new scars.

On his fair skin, it looks particularly distressing. Rong Wan asked the system a little worriedly:

“He shouldn't have any post-traumatic symptoms, right? Why is he so vulnerable to injury? ”

After taking stock of the data, the system said, “Host, the emotional factors of the healing goal are very complex, and this system cannot analyze the reason. ”

Rong Wan: "Is it useful to break the system eggs? ”

System: “......” Just as he was communicating with the system for a while, the protagonist's hand was injured in the kitchen again.

The long wound had been drawn from the tiger's mouth to the wrist, and it was difficult to bandage the other hand.

Seeing him sitting on the steps, Rong Wan bit the bandage slightly and wrapped it around his arm in circles, and couldn't help but walk over.

Jin Zhao turned his back to the corridor, as if he didn't know that someone was coming behind him.

But he counted in his heart.

three——

two——

one.

“Give it to me, I'll do it. "Rong Wan walked up to him with a tense expression on his face.

The corners of Jin Zhao's mouth were quickly raised, and when he raised his head again, there was a calm and docile expression on his face.

He handed the bandage and ointment powder to the admiral, and then pretended to move to the side slightly unnaturally, so the admiral sat down next to him naturally. ——

This distance is too close, so close that his blood is clamoring to speed up. Jin Zhao lowered his eyelashes, and with the remaining light, he saw that the admiral's face was as usual as frost, but the white bandage flew under his slender fingers, but it wrapped the wound on the back of his hand perfectly.

Jin Zhao has also worked out some of the admiral's personalities these days. Sometimes he has a cold face and said things that are not easy to say, but he is actually a very gentle person. ——

So just take advantage of his soft-hearted weakness.

“Alright. "Rong Wan finished bandaging the protagonist, and breathed a sigh of relief. He recalled the original text carefully, and found that the original text described the bad luck and suffering of the protagonist who ran away, was tortured, and was sent to the battlefield at an early age.

He didn't even describe the protagonist's housework-could it be that this is why the protagonist can't do housework, and when he does housework, he makes wounds all over his body?

It's not easy to be a normal person.

For things that can't be simpler for others, the protagonist needs to relearn all of them. Rong Wan couldn't help but pity the protagonist even more in his heart.

But when he was thinking about it in a mess, he didn't know that the protagonist was staring at him with deep attachment and joy in his eyes, as if those wounds were not painful wounds, but enjoyment.

“Pay attention next time. "Rong Wan instructed blankly. After seeing the protagonist nodding obediently, he stood up and raised his feet to leave, but he caught a glimpse of the protagonist's other wound that had been bandaged the day before yesterday was bleeding again.

Fuck. Rong Wan simply began to wonder if the protagonist had a blood clotting disorder.

How could such an advanced medicine of the Empire be useless to him?

The wound has burst open for several days in a row, and the gauze has to be wrapped every day!

He glanced at the protagonist, and the protagonist hung his head as if he had done something wrong, pale, and tried his best to put the wound on his arm behind him so that he would not see it.

After this, he couldn't say anything to blame, so he squatted down with a frown, and bandaged the old wound for the protagonist again without saying a word.