When he did this, he was just out of natural reaction, pitying and cherishing her, just like a father treating his favorite daughter with the same care.

But the heat of his mouth was blowing on her sensitive back, which was itchy, numb and comfortable. She could not tell what kind of feeling it was. She felt ashamed and had some ideas in her heart.

The cool ointment was applied to her back. It was very gentle. It was as gentle and delicate as the time when he helped her apply the medicine last spring.

At that time, she also joked that he acted like a woman. He didn't talk with cold face until he finished the medicine for her. She asked him why he looked unhappy. He gave her a dull stare and didn't have a good airway: "why can't you protect yourself? Why is it always hurt? Why do I always worry about you? "

She didn't care at that time. She thought he was playing with his temper.

But now, when she got dressed and looked back at him, the expression on his face appeared again.

"What's the matter with you?" She asked stupidly, thinking, this time, how would you answer?

Wan Kun frowned, thinking of the long and short scars on her body, the wounds bitten by poisonous snakes at her ankles, and the love shadow surrounded by three tigers when he found her, the gloomy color on her face became more and more thick.

"When will you grow up, Zheng Nianwen? When are you not going to do those risky things? When can you learn to protect yourself? When will you not let me worry so much? "

She stared at him stupidly: "why do you worry about me? I'm two years older than you

Wan Kun frowned: "how about two years old? Am I still your martial uncle? "

So, is it because he is her martial uncle that he worries about her safety?

She suddenly smiled, of course, or what? She touched her stomach. "I'm hungry."

He sighed again and turned to the door. "I'll get dinner. Don't get out of bed."

His tall figure disappeared at the door, her smile gradually disappeared, her heart was stuffy, I don't know why.

Wan Kun came back soon, bringing the cook's hot meal and two empty bowls.

He helped her out of bed and sat her at the table. First he poured her a cup of tea, and then he added rice and cloth to her.

"You too." She smiled, revealing a dimple on her cheek.

He nodded, only ate a few mouthfuls then could not eat, tumbling in the abdomen, the temple also jumped abruptly.

As a doctor, he naturally knew what it was like. Last night, he slept in the mountains. He only wore a thin coat, and his arm hurt, so his body couldn't hold up.

"Why not?" She swallowed the food from her mouth and asked him.

He shook his head: "I don't like it. I'll go back to wanwutang later."

She pours: "still so picky food, here, taste this, it's delicious." She took him a piece of sweet and Sour Meat and put it in the bowl in front of him.

He had to pick up the chopsticks again and put the meat into his mouth. Just as he was about to put down the chopsticks, wen'er suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm. The sudden pain made him frown.

"What happened to your hand?" She found that the material on his arm was different from that elsewhere. The color was darker. When she touched it, she could obviously feel the wetness on the material. She retracted her hand and looked at the palm of her hand, which was covered with blood.