Chapter 1614 Inseparable as a Sloth Hugging a Tree

That person was dressed in a purple robe, it was Di Fuyi, he directly held her slender wrist, even though he had carefully avoided her wound, she still groaned softly, her brows were furrowed, and her forehead was pierced. Sweat broke out: "It hurts..." She murmured a word.

He raised his hand to gently wipe the sweat off her forehead, and said softly, "It won't hurt later, sweetie..."

The voice is soft, like hypnosis.

For eight years, she has been used to seeking protection and warmth by his side. Although she draws a line with him during the day and treats him as cold as ice, the terrible habit makes her forget about betrayal in her sleep and want to rely on him, especially when she is in pain. .

So she subconsciously leaned in his direction, leaning her small face on his lap, and murmured again: "Fu Yi, I hurt, I hurt..."

Heart suffocated like drowning, Di Fuyi raised his hand to hug her, but held back, sighed lightly, and used his fingertips to remove the gauze wrapped around her wrist. A raised red mark lay across her snow-white wrist, which was very shocking.

He frowned slightly. She treated the wound too casually. She just applied the ointment that promotes the healing of the wound and it was over. The poisonous blood inside was not squeezed out at all, no wonder she was in such pain...

Her injury only looked like it was about to heal on the surface, but the poison from the knife was also sealed inside, wreaking havoc in her flesh and blood.

She is also a good doctor herself, logically speaking, she should not understand this.

Is she deliberately masochistic? Or are you restless and just not paying attention?

Di Fuyi stared at the wound on her wrist and was stunned for a moment. If her condition was treated normally, she would have to cut her wound open again, squeeze out the poisonous blood inside, and then bandage it again to completely recover. .

But if he opened her wound again, it would definitely wake her up and make her suffer again.

He closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and pressed it on her wound, and the seven-colored light emanated from his palm, covering her wound.

A faint purple oozes slowly along her wound, climbs up along the colorful light of Di Fuyi, and penetrates into his palm...

After a while, the raised scar on Gu Xijiu's wrist slowly subsided.

But Di Fuyi's hand swelled up a bit, after he finished his work, his entire palm was red and swollen, he took a look at it himself, but didn't care. She lowered her eyes to look at Gu Xijiu again, probably because of the constant pain, her little face had been pale just now, but at this moment a blush returned to her cheeks, and the frowning brows also relaxed.

She was lying there, wearing a thin dress, sleeping naked.

Suddenly, she turned over and subconsciously tried to hug something with one arm, but it was in vain.

Pain flashed in Di Fuyi's eyes.

Eight years of sleeping together, she habitually sleeps in his arms when she sleeps at night, and likes to wrap her arms around his waist, as inseparable as a sloth hugging a tree.

Although she and him are completely separated now, her habit cannot be changed for a while, and she still habitually wants to hug his waist in her sleep.

He sat there stiffly and didn't move, watching her frowned after her arm was free, and came to embrace again unwillingly, Di Fuyi picked up a pillow next to her and stuffed it into her arms, so she put the pillow Hugging her tightly, her face was pressed against the pillow, and she didn't know what she dreamed of. Her eyelashes became wet, and a tear came out of the corner of her eye...