Chi zixian's expression was even worse and he was as cold as ice. He roughly threw Chu Xia onto the sofa and then threw the disinfectant and medicine in his hands into her arms. apply the medicine yourself!
"Yingluo," so rough.
Chu Xia really couldn't figure out his temperament at the moment, but she was too lazy to pay attention to him.
She carefully rolled up her pants and slipped away.
Good Lord, the wound was not small, and it was just above the kneecap. Not only did it hurt, but it also hurt in the bones. It must have been thrown with great force.
Chu Xia furrowed her brows in pain.
Chi Xian looked at the wound on Chu Xia's knee that was bleeding non-stop and could not help but frown.
He did not expect that he would hurt her so deeply.
Chu Xia bent down and cleaned her wound.
It still hurts a little, Yingluo.
