Quick Wear: Report to the Host, You have been Attacked!

The whole person was caught in a weird atmosphere of revenge.

"Be careful!" Bai Wu sharply saw Xi's palms turning red, and hurried forward two steps to open her hand holding the key.

There is already some skin on the palm of the hand. Although no blood has been seen, it is still injured.

Bai Wu took the key down and tucked it into his pocket, forcibly pressing Xi Xi on the sofa to let her sit down.

"You wait, don't move!" Bai Wu charged her and rushed into the kitchen.

According to normal family habits, the medicine box is placed in a locker above the kitchen.

After a while, the white mist came over with alcohol, cotton and gauze.

Xi Xi saw that he had taken so many things, but the negative emotions just disappeared, he just wanted to laugh.

She raised her hand to face the white mist: "My hand just broke a little bit of skin, and even the blood didn't come out. It might be better to let it go for a while. But you brought a few things with such fanfare, Maybe the key didn't pierce my hand, but it will be smothered by your gauze. "

Bai Wu's face was cautious, and she retorted her words: "How is that possible! The key was held by Wang Jiacheng all the time. Who knows where he put the key before. Although there was no bleeding, but there was a wound, there would be Likelihood of being infected.

Don't move, just spread your hands flat, I'll help you disinfect it first.

You also said that the wound will be healed soon. Bandage it tonight. I will come back tomorrow morning.

If the wound heals in the morning, don't wrap it tomorrow. "

Xi Yan: "No, I ..."

Bai Wu looked at her stubbornly: "Sister Xiao, you just need to stick out your hand, I'll do the rest."

Bai Mi is not old, and his eyes look very green, he will not hide.

Because of this, Xi Yan saw in his eyes the concern without disguise.

She sighed helplessly and stretched out her palm.

Bai Mi lowered her head, put all her contents on the coffee table, and squatted to disinfect her with alcohol.

Xi Yan's hands shook as he swabbed with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol.

The expression of Bai Wu that I knew: "You see, it still hurts, which shows that the wound is not as light as you said. Maybe bleeding requires a depth of nine points. Your wound has reached a depth of eight points. Then It's no different than bleeding, you know? "

Xi Yan laughed with a smile: "Did you take care of other girls when you were in the world before, so you will understand so?"

The words made Bai Wu's hand stronger and he couldn't help but aggravate the pressure on Xi Yan's palm, as he said, because he added a little force and bleed.

Inside the white mist: lying down! No!

He hurriedly took a new cotton swab to **** the blood that flowed out, and at the same time apologized to Xi Yan: "Sorry, sister, I didn't mean it."

Xi's voice didn't change much: "I know you didn't mean it, and I don't blame you."

Not much blood bleeds out, and I use a cotton swab to **** it up.

Bai Mi continued to disinfect her with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol, but this time the force was lighter than before and her movements were more cautious.

"I'll ask you something," Xi Xi reminded faintly.

Bai Wu laughed a little awkwardly: "How come, I was only nineteen years old during my lifetime. I just entered my freshman year, and I didn't even pull the girl's hand, let alone take care of the girl."