This room is the only one with a bed on the second floor.

Wan Kun opened the door with his feet, and the familiar light fragrance came into his nose. It was wen'er's favorite fragrance. She baked the dried flowers with fresh Magnolia and special concoction of congealing liquid. The fragrance was quiet, light and elegant. She liked to keep the dried flowers in the room for years, so that she always had this smell, which was also his favorite smell.

Put her on the bed, he turned to close the door, and carefully inserted the bolt, so that no one would break in.

Nianwen bit his lips, saw him turn to her, and said, "I can really come by myself, I can really." She didn't know why she became so pinched. This was not the first time wankun gave her medicine.

Last spring, she climbed the roof to settle down for the swallow. When she saw a swallow fall from the nest, she jumped down to save the swallow, but she hurt herself. There is still a shallow scar on the back shoulder.

At that time, when she was injured, Wan Kun was the first to find out. She asked him not to speak, so he had no voice, not a word, but secretly took his new medicine and came to her room at night.

Because it's not convenient for her to apply medicine to the injured shoulder, and she doesn't want to let the girl know. The girl will know when she knows her father and mother, and she doesn't want them to worry.

Wan Kun offered to help her with the medicine. She was very happy and agreed without saying anything.

The situation is very similar to that at that time, but why does she become pinched?

Wan Kun ignored her, took the ointment out of his arms, put it to his nose and smelled it. He frowned and said, "I'll make do with it first. I'll make another box for you tomorrow."

Read a text to be a bit anxious: "do you hear after all I speak?"

Wan Kun put the ointment on the small table beside the bed. The beautiful eyes said to the reading eyes: "I hear you."

"Read a text hurriedly way:" hear to go out

Wan Kun shook his head: "I heard it, but I didn't intend to listen to you."

Nianwen grabs his clothes and says, "I don't care. I don't want you to apply medicine. Go out and I'll come myself."

Wan Kun congealed her eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes were very serious: "are you taking off by yourself, or am I coming?"

She is not unfamiliar with Wan Kun's eyes. On the contrary, she is very familiar with him. As long as he shows such eyes, it proves that he is very serious, extremely serious, and has not joked at all. What he said at this time must be what he said.

She sighed, but said: "I'd better come by myself, you, you turn around."

After all, he is no longer a little girl. After all, he is no longer a little boy, at least not in her eyes.

Wan Kun turns around obediently and hears the rustle of cloth friction behind him. He swallows his mouth and tries not to think about those beautiful pictures. But the more he presses down his emotions, the longer they grow like madgrass after the spring rain.

"Well, well, well." Her voice was a little hoarse, her blouse and middle coat were all taken off, and she was lying on the couch in a pink belly pocket, her head and face buried in the soft pillow.

He made a slow turn and quickly locked his eyes on the two wounds on her back, trying not to let his eyes fall to the side.

The wound is not very deep, but the skin is cut by the sharp branches, but the wound is very long, if not handled properly, it will also leave a very ugly scar.

He first took the wet cloth from the basin in the room, wiped the blood stains on the wound for her, and then carefully dried the water stains on the wound for her.