18

The room suddenly became a little stuffy.

Maybe it was because the windows were closed and the curtains were pulled, and the air was not circulating.

Sang Bai felt inexplicably depressed her chest.

Lu Shen held the white bowl of bone porcelain with his slender fingers and stopped in front of her.

His hands are very beautiful, thin and long, with clear and neat joints, but his beauty is destroyed by the crooked Band-Aid.

It's like a very beautiful and perfect antique white porcelain vase with flaws.

Lu Shen followed her eyes and ignored it: "It's okay, a small wound."

Sang Bai raised his head and looked at him.

Her palm-sized face, the size of her palm, had a little rosy cheeks due to coughing, and her eyes were slightly raised, giving her a little natural charm.

The cute mole on the tip of the nose is still there, making people want to take a bite.

There was only a little surprise and guilt flashing in his eyes.

It seemed like he had a hand injury and had something to do with her.

Lu Shen delivered the soup bowl forward again, almost pressing against her lips: "Drink the soup first."

Sang Bai said "Oh".

He was injured, and it was not appropriate to refuse.

And this soup looks delicious.

Sang Bai coughed gently, took the soup bowl a little awkwardly, picked up the spoon and scooped it into his mouth.

Delicious!

It tastes better than the ones cooked in the old lady in the Shui Mansion!

The deliciousness of the soup bloomed little by little on the tip of her tongue, evoking taste buds. The taste that became slow due to the cold seemed to be reviving at this moment.

She quickly finished drinking a small bowl, and a pigeon leg was left at the bottom of the bowl.

Lu Shen looked at her with a softer look and a much gentler voice: "You need to eat some meat to supplement protein."

His light brown eyes seemed to have become lighter, or were illuminated by the light coming from the window.

Sang Bai seemed to be bewitched by him at this moment and ate the pigeon leg meat in the bowl.

But... I still want to drink soup.

She secretly glanced at Lu Shen.

He seemed to have no idea and took away the soup bowl on her hand.

Sang Bai looked at the beautiful white porcelain bowl leaving her gaze.

But she really couldn't say anything if she told him that she wanted to drink another bowl.

She patted the quilt a little bored.

Lu Shen quickly brought another cup of warm water and cold medicine: "I took it."

Concise and concise.

The sound seemed to have returned to its usual coldness.

But it seems to be quite good at taking care of people.

He just broke his birth, how could he be like being reborn?

She once had a cold and told him that he had seen her and left after staying for less than an hour. Her face was still very cold, as if it was because she had swept his interest.

It's like a human now.

Sang Bai took the medicine from his palm and looked at him in surprise: "Lu Shen."

It seems that she has been together for the first time when she called him so seriously.

Lu Shen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Hmm?"

Sang Bai was slightly worried: "Are you reborn?"

“…”

His eyes fell on her and he looked at her carefully for a while.

Just when Sang Bai thought he would say, "Yes, I was actually reborn", Lu Shen raised his hand and touched her forehead: "Did it burn again?"

“…”

This person really has no sense of humor.

Sang Bai was speechless.

I put the medicine in my mouth and was about to drink water when I suddenly realized that Lu Shen's palm was covering her forehead, and the temperature in the palm of my palm came through her skin.

Sang Bai was stunned and wandered for several seconds between opening his hand and retreating, and a bitter smell suddenly came from his mouth.

The icing of the pills was so bitter that the tongue and the entire throat were uncomfortable.

Sang Bai couldn't help coughing for a moment, and the pills almost flew out of her mouth.

Lu Shen quickly pulled a tissue and put it on his mouth: "Spray it out."

Sang Bai was almost becoming coptis. Without thinking, she spit out the medicine on his wrist and drank half a glass of water in big mouthfuls.

Lu Shen: "Chopped?"

It can't be said that he was touched by the trance.

Sang Bai nodded.

Only then did she realize that she had just spitted the pills in his palm.

His shirt was clean, his sleeves were neatly tied, revealing a piece of cold white arms with smooth lines, but he was reaching out to follow the black and dirty thing she spit out.

Especially, there is an ugly band-aid sticker on the tip of your fingers.

Sang Bai bit his lower lip.

Lu Shen seemed to have not cared about this matter, so he pinched the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him, and took two more pills.

"How old is it? I don't know how to drink water when I drink medicine?"

Sang Bai quickly took the medicine honestly this time.

After drinking the medicine, she remembered: "Have you applied medicine to your wound? Is there iodine at home?"

After all, she was injured in cooking for her and was serving her for so long, so she could not care about everything.

Lu Shen hooked the corner of his lower lip: "No."

"How can that work?" Sang Bai said, "It is easy to get infected if it is stained with water."

She got up, trotted to the living room in slippers, and found the iodine vat and cotton swab in the medicine box and held it in front of him.

"Damn it yourself."

The little girl looked up at him, seriously.

Lu Shen lowered his eyes and said "Yes", took the cotton swab, put it into the iodine bottle and dipped it, pulled off the bandage and started applying.

Sang Bai saw the wound on his fingertips, less than 2 cm, passing obliquely through the circles of patterns in the center of his fingertips, and a layer of skin was formed.

Sang Bai was so energetic that he stood in front of him and watched him Tu.

He is slow and every move is pleasing to the eye.

After a while, she looked at the wound something was wrong: "Is this what you just injured when you cook?"

Why does it seem like it has healed a little?

Sure enough, Lu Shen said no.

Sang Bai: "That's it?"

Lu Shen said indifferently: "I was accidentally dealing with fish before."

Sangbai paused.

The yellow croaker she didn't eat.

He is such a smart person, can't you tell that she is deliberately not eating and trying to mess with him?

Why did I make pigeon soup for her this time?

Lu Shen quickly finished treating the wound, threw the cotton swab into the trash can, and told her: "Go and lie down on the bed and rest."

Sang Bai responded and climbed onto the bed.

Lu Shen took away the garbage bag in her trash can, put a clean garbage bag for her, opened a gap in the window, and even used the eight-four disinfectant to spray the ground to disinfect it.

Sang Bai saw something novel.
To be continued...