Yunfu medical girl: This uncle is very good at flirting

Xiao Qingye could clearly hear every subtle sound in the room right now.

Yun Miaoyin had already unbuttoned all the buttons of her jacket, glanced at Xiao Qingye who was sitting in front of her, and said loudly.

"No peeking!"

After listening to Yun Miaoyin repeating these words again, Xiao Qingye felt the warm redness in front of her eyes, and heard the very slight rubbing sound of the cloth beside her.

Yun Miaoyin has slowly taken off her clothes.

This recognition made Xiao Qingye's heart tighten slightly, and the palms of his fists were already a little wet.

Perhaps it was because of the few glasses of wine at the wedding banquet today, he actually felt a little bit drunk at the moment, and the faint fragrance wafted in the air, as if it had turned into an invisible hand, grabbing his lapel, constantly Tease his will.

Xiao Qingye panicked, and blurted out: "Are you okay?"

As soon as the words were finished, Xiao Qingye was taken aback for a moment, only then did he realize that his voice was much lower and hoarse than usual.

Even though the two of them were not far apart, Xiao Qingye's voice just now was relatively soft, and Yun Miaoyin didn't hear anything unusual.

Yun Miaoyin unbuttoned half of her robe, exposing her white shoulders, turned around half-covered, and gently moved to Xiao Qingye's side, stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Okay, let's get on the medicine."

The two sat cross-legged, very close to each other, and in the wide space, the candlelight quietly enveloped their bodies.

For some reason, this atmosphere made Yun Miaoyin feel a little ambiguous.

She unconsciously looked at the man covered in white satin in front of her eyes.

This person really looks good.

Xiao Qing was born handsome, with a tall nose, a chin as firm as a knife, and two thin lips that were gently pursed...

And the most outstanding thing is the pair of breathtaking eyes.

Unconsciously, she=Yun Miaoyin thought of Xiao Qingye smiling at her.

For a moment, my heart beat like a drum.

What happened today, two blushes appeared on Yun Miaoyin's face, and she looked a little shy as her eyes dodged.

This must be an illusion... Yun Miaoyin shook her head, and drove out her own imagination about Xiao Qingye in her mind just now.

Yun Miaoyin caressed her chest, and after a while, she stretched out her hand to grab the wrist of the person opposite her.

"Okay, let's get started."

The wound was on the left shoulder, about three or four inches long, extending from the shoulder to below the collarbone. The wounds that had already scabbed had all split open at this time, and the strong smell of blood gradually permeated the air.

Following Yun Miaoyin's guidance, Xiao Qingye soon saw the shocking wound.Although his eyes are now covered with white satin, he can still see the wound in all directions. In a blur, the wound looks so terrifying. Xiao Qingye's heart seems to be clenched tightly by someone, and it feels so tight. pain!

"Why is the wound so deep!" Xiao Qingye's tone was full of worry and distress.

Yun Miaoyin glanced down, then smiled indifferently: "Only this one wound is deeper, and the others are minor wounds."

Xiao Qingye frowned when she heard that, that night she originally thought that the wound on Yun Miaoyin's body was only on her arm, but today she saw such a terrifying wound on her shoulder with her own eyes, how could he feel at ease.

The eyes are full of distress.

"Why didn't you tell you how badly you were hurt that night?"

"It's just a skin injury, it's good if the person is not dead." Yun Miaoyin picked up a small porcelain bottle and put it in Xiao Qingye's hands: "This is Boliangsan, just sprinkle it on my wound and it will be fine."

Xiao Qingye took the porcelain bottle, leaned over and gently sprayed it towards the horrific wound on Yun Miaoyin's hair.

The white powder covered the surface of the wound, and soon penetrated into the wound, and the cold gradually climbed up with the pain.

Yun Miaoyin frowned tightly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"A little further up."

Xiao Qingye's movements followed Yun Miaoyin's command, and the several small porcelain bottles on the table were used in turn.

After the wound on the shoulder was treated, Yun Miaoyin pulled down her shirt a little, and the wound gauze wrapped around her upper arm was already stained with blood.

"It's hard for me to untie the gauze on my arm, please help me untie it." Yun Miaoyin whispered.

Through the white satin covering her eyes, Xiao Qingye stretched out her hand to untie the gauze on Yun Miaoyin's arm, dimly saw that the wound was indeed not as serious as the one on the shoulder, so she let out a soft breath.

Immediately afterwards, all the wounds on Yun Miaoyin's body had been treated with medicine, and she handed the clean gauze on the table to Xiao Qingye, probably because she was blindfolded, Yun Miaoyin could feel Xiao Qingye's help. I was a little clumsy when I bandaged myself, but I was methodical.

"Okay." Xiao Qingye said softly after dressing up the last wound, retracting her hand.

Yun Miaoyin lowered her head and took a look. Although the wound on her body was not as good-looking as Xin Yu's, it was okay.

Raising his hand, he slowly put on the jacket that had been taken off before, and after arranging it, he said to Xiao Qingye, who was still covered with white satin in front of him.

"I'm done, you can take off the white satin blindfold."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qingye did not untie the white satin, but kept looking at Yun Miaoyin in front of him through the gauze white satin.

Seeing that Xiao Qingye didn't untie it, Yun Miaoyin thought it was because she had spoken in a low voice just now, so she raised her hand and waved in front of him, just about to say it again, but Xiao Qingye pulled her in unexpectedly the next second. in his arms.

Xiao Qingye knew that Yun Miaoyin was still injured, so he didn't dare to use much force, but took advantage of the situation and gently pulled her, causing her to fall into his arms, and hugged Yun Miaoyin very gently.

Yun Miaoyin leaned against Xiao Qingye's chest, his whole body was filled with his aura, and a looming ambergris surrounded Yun Miaoyin's pen tip.

After reacting, Yun Miaoyin subconsciously wanted to break free from Xiao Qingye's embrace.

Xiao Qingye also noticed the movement of Yun Miaoyin in her arms, and whispered in her ear: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

When Xiao Qingye said these words, her voice was extremely magnetic, and Yun Miaoyin was fascinated by it. Thinking of the wound that had just been bandaged with medicine, she stopped struggling.

What Yun Miaoyin could hear was Xiao Qingye's rapid heartbeat, and Xiao Qingye who was hugging her was even more reddened, and there was a trace of imperceptible pampering on his face.

The new stubble on Xiao Qingye's chin rubbed Yun Miaoyin a little itchy, Xiao Qingye's body temperature melted the ice wall in Yun Miaoyin's heart little by little, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

For no reason, Yun Miaoyin suddenly thought of the imaginary that came to her mind just now when she looked at Xiao Qingye's face, and two mischievous blushes suddenly appeared on her cheeks.