566 Song Zhao Is About to Give up on Him 3

Si Yu was not emotional, his eyes were half closed, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

But Song Zhao could still hear the anger in his tone, as if he was impatient.

The power that had supported her all night suddenly disappeared from her body.

She pursed her lips lightly, the mist in her eyes stained her eyelashes, and slowly let go of her hand, one finger at a time, letting go of him.

Si Yu turned around.

He walked to the desk beside him, poked inside with his slender hands, and took out a medicine box.

Quickly turned back, opened the medicine box, and put it on the bed.

Song Zhao looked at him silently.

The darkness that had sunk in his eyes brightened up bit by bit.

I saw Si Yu took off his outer robe, put the outer robe on the screen casually, and then slightly rolled up the cuff with one hand. This simple movement fell on Si Yu, and there was a feeling of suspense from the inside out. .

He sat down without saying a word, found an ointment for scalding, quickly smashed it with his fingertips, and then took Song Zhao's hand, seemingly rude and impatient, but in fact he carefully gave her hot red fingers Prescription.

Song Zhao blinked.

She stared blankly at the man giving her medicine with a cold face, and then she felt infinite courage in her heart.

She pursed her lips slightly, watched the man carefully apply a layer of medicine to her fingers, and couldn't help whispering, "I've been waiting for you to find me."

Si Yu kept on pointing her fingertips, and wrapped her fingers with gauze.

Song Zhao's chubby fingers wrapped in gauze turned to hold his, and asked vigorously, "Aren't you, don't you want to marry me?"

Si Yu glanced at her lightly, "Bring the legs here."

Song Zhao didn't let him change the subject, and insisted, "You answer me first."

Si Yu frowned, and simply stretched out, holding her ankle with an irresistible force of Song Zhao, and pressing it on his leg domineeringly.

Song Zhao's skirt was pushed onto his thigh by the man.

The girl's skin was very fair and tender, and even the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, and bruises would appear from bumps and bumps.

At this moment, both knees and half of the calf were scalded by the hot water, and a series of blisters formed, which was shocking to watch.

Si Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The gloomy tyrannical desire gradually rose from the bottom of his eyes, he held Song Zhao's delicate legs, and his voice was dangerously hoarse, "Do you think it's fun?"

Song Zhao originally felt that things could turn around because of his concern.

Hearing Si Yu's question, my heart sank.

Does he think she is deliberately playing tricks?

She kicked her legs hard, angrily trying to kick him away and not let him touch him.

"What's the trouble?" Si Yu's tone became serious, his eagle-like eyes raised, and his sharp eyes looked directly at Song Zhao.

Song Zhao couldn't move because of the eyes that would tear everything apart at any time.

The man's fingertips were stained with ointment, and he slowly rubbed it on Song Zhao's burn.

Song Zhao took a breath and shook his painful legs, which relieved the depression in his heart for many days.

"Did you make a mistake once, and you will never gain your trust again." Song Zhao tried to calm down, stared numbly at the man in front of him, and asked loudly, "Please explain clearly, how can we offset it."

He is really too fierce.

Very hurtful attitude

Song Zhao felt like an upside-down, brazen woman who took the initiative again and again, but was pushed away by him impatiently again and again.

Her pride, her self-esteem, was almost all given to him.

Si Yu wrapped gauze around Song Zhao's wound, put down the layered skirts, and approached Song Zhao's ear. Her voice was hoarse and her Adam's apple rolled, "Song Zhao, what you did to me is not so easy to undo."