Chapter 1942 Can Moshanghua Not Be Tempted?

Chapter 363 Can Moshanghua not be tempted?

Mo Shanghua raised her hand and lightly touched the wound on her cheek. Looking at the scarlet color stained on her fingertips, she didn't feel much emotion on her face. Naturally, the scratched wound will not heal well."

"But you don't have to worry. I am a healer myself, so how could I allow myself to be injured." She walked around Yan Beicheng, took out a wooden box from the small table next to the bed, and He took out two small porcelain boxes and sat in front of the vanity mirror.

In one of the porcelain boxes was the "disinfected cotton" that she made herself out of cotton wool, purified spirits, etc. There was also a small wooden tweezers in the box, and she took a piece of "disinfected cotton" with the tweezers He came out, and compared to the very blurred bronze mirror, he quietly wiped the wound.

This bronze mirror is not as clear as the current mercury mirror, and she can barely see a blurry figure. Therefore, she took a little effort to clean it, and accidentally painted the wrong place several times.

Seeing this, Yan Beicheng took the initiative to take the tweezers in her hand, and was about to help her wipe the wound, but the strong smell of alcohol at the tip of his nose made him stop, and he could not help but put the strange "cotton wool" to the tip of his nose and sniff gently. After sniffing, the originally strong smell of wine suddenly became more pungent.

Although he was surprised by this thing, he frowned deeply when he smelled the pungent smell of wine, and his hands stopped moving, "You used strong wine to make it? Wouldn't it be extremely painful if you used this? "

But just now, he saw that she was silent, as if the flesh all over her body was not her own.

"How can such a shallow wound hurt?" Mo Shanghua shook her head lightly disapprovingly. Seeing his ink stain, she raised her hand to take back the tweezers and wipe it off by herself.

Yan Beicheng dodged to the side with his big hand, and then easily dodged her hand, "No, you are so cruel to yourself, it's better for me to help you."

After a pause, he seemed to think of something, fixedly staring at Mo Shanghua's delicate cheek, "If it hurts, just call it out, no one will laugh at you."

shout out?

Mo Shanghua was slightly stunned, she was used to the days when she had to deal with all the pain by herself, when did she cry out because of such a small injury? In the past, others would only ask her to be patient, and no one would ever say that to herself.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help rolling slightly in her deep and calm eyes, which couldn't help but stick to Yan Beicheng who was helping him clean up the wound, and her heart seemed to be beating with great concentration.

"Does it hurt?"

She lost her mind until Yan Beicheng put down all the tweezers in her hand and asked softly, then she came back to her senses, hurriedly lowered her eyes, and wanted to shake her head to express that it didn't hurt, but after thinking about it, she nodded lightly , "There is some pain."

"That's right, you have to tell the pain." Yan Beicheng nodded in satisfaction, picked up another porcelain box, opened it to look at the ointment inside, and said, "Is this for smearing wounds? "

Mo Shanghua hadn't recovered from the throbbing just now, so she just nodded her chin slightly, lowered her eyes, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Yan Beicheng gently hooked the ointment with his fingertips, and gently applied it on his cheeks carefully, like a craftsman who is carefully sculpting, if he used a little more effort, it would intensify Yiren's pain.

A man who usually just bandages up his wounds casually and doesn't attack her seriously, but now treats her with such caution, how can he not let Mo Shanghua fall in love with her?