C27 Clean up the Wound

"You found out," she thought he had been fooled by her words. She touched her forehead and said, "I accidentally knocked it today."

Wen Yiyan lifted Fannxing's hair in front of her forehead. Her red and swollen forehead was exposed. He asked, "Why didn't you treat the wound?"

"It's just a small injury," Fannxing tidied her hair and said with a smile. "Hubby, if we don't eat curry beef rice soon, it will be cold."

Wen Yiyan did not say anything else and handed the spoon back to Fannxing.

After eating and drinking enough, Fannxing packed up the utensils.

Wen Yiyan stood up and took the utensils from her hands. "Sit down, I'll do it."

Fannxing used her hands to support her face and looked at Wen Yiyan who was washing the dishes in the kitchen.

Wen Yiyan finished washing the dishes and walked towards Fannxing with the medicine box in his hand.

"Dip your hair up. I will clean your wound."

Fannxing used her hand to cover the hair in front of her forehead. "My hairstyle cannot be messed up. I have to protect my hairstyle."

Wen Yiyan, who opened the iodine, was speechless.

He lifted the hair on Fannxing's forehead and used the cotton bar with his right hand dipped in the iodine to gently wipe her wound.

It was a little painful, so Fannxing moved back a little and pursed her lips tightly.

Wen Yiyan carefully cleaned her wound.

"Put your hair together."

Fannxing did as he was told.

Wen Yiyan handed her the cold water bag, "Apply it for a while first."

"No need to be so troublesome. It will be fine tomorrow."

Wen Yiyan ignored her. He raised the cold water bag and pressed it on her wound.

She looked at him with resentment. "Tell me seriously. Are you jealous of my beauty?"

He actually used so much strength, hurting her to death.

Wen Yiyan glanced at her," You have beauty? "

Alright, she wasn't a beauty.

She was just cute.

But what does that have to do with it?

Fannxing straightened her body. "My breasts are very big!"

“...”

Wen Yiyan looked at him.

Fannxing snorted proudly. He sneered, "Are you very proud of yourself?"

She lifted her chin proudly.

He said slowly, "If your breasts are smaller than mine, won't you lose a lot of face?"

“...”

Fannxing widened her eyes. "Do you love me or not? Won't your conscience hurt if you hurt me like this?"

He said, "No."

Fannxing was defeated.

"I lost," she sighed deeply. She leaned against the sofa and looked at the ceiling. "It's mainly because I'm kind, so I won't argue with you."

Wen Yiyan's lips twitched.

He did not say anything.

She only had that bit of self-respect. Then he would satisfy her.

After a while, he opened the ice bag and observed her forehead. The swelling had not yet subsided.

He looked at her wound seriously. Fannxing's heart was filled with warmth. She suddenly stretched out her right index finger and poked Wen Yiyan's stomach.

Wen Yiyan subconsciously froze.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to tickle you."

He was so mean, and she couldn't beat him. Of course, she had to deal with him when he wasn't in a good time to raise his hand.

Wen Yiyan grabbed Fannxing's hand and barely dodged the tickling attack.

"You like to mess around."

Fannxing leaned close to Wen Yiyan's chest. Her eyes moved slightly. Suddenly, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

Fannxing felt Wen Yiyan's body suddenly tighten.

She hugged him. He was still holding an ice bag in his hand. His other hand grabbed her hand, just enough for her to do whatever she wanted.

Under the gentle light, the two figures overlapped, like a romantic scene.

She kissed him, her movements were clumsy and immature, she was testing him.

Wen Yiyan stared at her deep eyes. It was easy for her to get tired when she stood on her tiptoes, so she quickly lost.

Wen Yiyan reached out his hand to hold her waist, then gently pushed her away.

Fannxing looked at him happily. Her eyes were as bright as the moon, staring straight at him.

"Since you don't want to kiss me, then I can only kiss you."