Dear Mr. Shi

But in less than two minutes, Shi Yuhan was not all covered, and she lowered her head and rubbed her neck again. Song Qinghuan was afraid of itching, so she had to lean back, but there was no way to go back.

At this time, Shi Yuhan's hand had already touched her chest, holding her small abundance.

The whole body felt numb|suppled like an electricity, and Song Qinghuan was ashamed and embarrassed, and suddenly pushed Shi Yuhan away.

She used a lot of strength, and she was a little bit embarrassed, almost using her strength to suckle.

Shi Yu was unprepared, and even rolled down the sofa.

But by coincidence, when Shi Yu was rolling down, he waved his arm back and swept the glass on the coffee table to the ground with a crisp sound.

When Shi Yuhan's body rolled down, the arm that landed first was accidentally pressed against the broken glass.

Shi Yuhan didn't feel anything, it seemed that someone else's hand was injured, and Song Qinghuan exclaimed, "Ah!"

"How are you, is there anything," she hurriedly did it, and then grabbed the other arm of the cold protector. The place where she was wearing the clothes was okay. The palm of her hand was not so lucky, and she pierced a few glass shards.

Bright red blood poured out quickly, permeating Shi Yuhan's off-white sweater, instantly resembling bright red roses, blooming beautifully.

Shi Yuhan still had no expression, and his eyes were indifferent as usual.

But Song Qinghuan was so frightened that he trembled slightly. When Yuhan tried to drag him, he helped him to sit up and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I don't know how strong I was suddenly. Big."

Shi Yuhan's tall body was very heavy, and her little strength was useless. She got up a little bit when she just pulled it, and then fell heavily again, just as she fell on the glass shards again.

All the glass shards fell into the skin, and even if Yuhan could bear it, she couldn't help feeling chills all over her body. She looked at Song Qinghuan a little speechlessly, not knowing whether she was accidentally or deliberately.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you are too heavy, get up by yourself, I'll take you to the hospital!" Song Qinghuan was also scared and hurriedly explained.

Shi Yuhan shook his injured hand, then got up and sat down on the sofa and said softly, "You don't need to go to the hospital, go get the medicine box."

"Is this... okay?" Song Qinghuan was a little worried, and thought it would be better to go to the hospital.

"Still stunned, wanting to wait for me to bleed and die, eh?" Shi's venomous tongue art to protect the cold from the cold is also merciless to himself.

Song Qinghuan was ashamed, and hurriedly got up to get the medicine box.

When I came in a hurry with the medicine box, I accidentally hit the door with my foot and twisted when I came out.

With a sound of "Ouch", she didn't stop, feeling that she was not in a serious condition. At most, she twisted her tendons and hurried to the living room with the medicine box. As soon as I sat down, I realized that my ankle was sore.

But she didn't care about that much, and hurriedly picked out the glass pieces in Shi Yuhan's palm, piece by piece.

During the anti-inflammatory bandage, Shi kept looking at her against the cold, opening her lips, and her voice was evil, frivolous and teasing: "I didn't mean to beat me just now. I was injured at this moment. You are worried that this will happen."

Hearing his voice, Song Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then flushed and stared at him.