Chapter 40 Don’t touch the places you shouldn’t touch.

Fu Yanxiu frowned and looked at Su Qiao, "It's swollen, but it's not useless."

Su Qiao shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows, it's impossible to say for sure, and not all functions can be restored 100%."

Fu Yanxiu gritted his back teeth and said, "...shut up."

Seeing that he was so frightened by her, Su Qiao felt much better from the depression in her heart. With a sly smile on her lips, she walked up to Fu Yanxiu and pulled his trouser legs to cut them off.

"Stop!" Fu Yanxiu resisted a little, but he didn't dare to move too much. Firstly, his legs hurt, and secondly, he was afraid that Su Qiao's hands were not light or heavy.

Su Qiao paused and said, "Don't you mean applying medicine? Your legs are tied like rice dumplings. How do you take them off?"

Only then did Fu Yanxiu realize that what she had been saying was to cut his pants, and just now she was just teasing him.

The man narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips and nodded. Su Qiao laughed, lowered his head and started cutting.

For the sake of convenience, she tied her hair back and looked very careful when doing things with her head lowered. Her eyelashes were drooped, casting a shadow under her eyelids.

It made her skin extremely fair.

Fu Yanxiu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and suddenly the cold touch of the scissors touched the top of his thigh, and the man hissed.

Su Qiao paused, raised his head, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did it hit you?"

She was so focused just now that she didn't realize that she was very close to Fu Yanxiu. She raised her head and came face to face with the man. They were so close that their breaths were intertwined.

She reacted, her breath stagnated, and she wanted to hide back. The man raised his hand, pinched the back of her neck, stopped her, and said in a calm voice, "Why are you hiding? Are you afraid of me?"

Su Qiao knew that he had no good words behind him. His cheeks heated up, he pursed his lips and said angrily, "What am I afraid of? You are injured, what can you do?"

Fu Yanxiu smiled angrily, "Try?" As if he really wanted to prove himself, he actually started to unbutton his shirt.

Su Qiao grabbed his hand in panic, "This place may be hurt, big or small, don't mess around."

Fu Yanxiu paused, then grabbed Su Qiao's hand and pressed it against his chest. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and leaned close to her ear to ask, "Are you worried about my injury or your own happiness?"

What kind of dirty talk is that? Su Qiao was really convinced and said jokingly, "My sexual happiness is not necessarily given by you."

Fu Yanxiu's hands froze. Su Qiao succeeded and escaped from his arms and continued cutting. She caught a glimpse of Fu Yanxiu's extremely dark face from the corner of her eye.

Fu Yanxiu looked at her for a while, then simply closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed.

The scissors reached the end, cutting the pants open completely, revealing the long legs.

Although he had seen it many times, this was the first time it was presented to Su Qiao in this way.

Fu Yanxiu's skin was a cold white, which made him look more noble, but his muscles were well-defined, strong but not exaggerated, and his figure was just right.

Especially the strong thighs, which look particularly elastic and full of hormones.

Su Qiao's cheeks still felt physiologically hot.

"So beautiful? I can't even pull my eyes out." Fu Yanxiu didn't know when he opened his eyes and took in Su Qiao's appearance. He was looking at Su Qiao with interest.

"Buckwheat, why didn't I know you were so astringent before?" Fu Yanxiu teased her.

Su Qiao glanced at him and said, "In the eyes of doctors, this is just a piece of meat."

Fu Yanxiu squinted his eyes and watched the blush on her cheeks spread all the way to her slender neck, "There is a difference between Tang Monk meat and pork."

Su Qiao choked, pursed her lips and ignored him. She reached for the ointment and wanted to apply it to him.

Just now it was just to see that the leg was fine, but now it was time to apply medicine. Even Su Qiao was a little overwhelmed by the visual impact.

Especially when Fu Yanxiu talked about his Tang Monk flesh just now, the scene where those female goblins abducted Tang Monk and wanted to marry him, somehow got into his mind.

Su Qiao closed her eyes hard before driving all the unplayable scenes out of her head.

Fu Yanxiu waited for a long time and saw that she made no move, "You still don't want to wipe it off?"

After coughing strategically, Su Qiao pretended to be calm and said, "You can dial it yourself."

There followed a long silence, and when Su Qiao was about to retreat, Fu Yanxiu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and put it there.

"You are a doctor, is it appropriate to let the patient do it himself?"

Su Qiao met Fu Yanxiu's playful gaze and withdrew his hand angrily, "I think you're fine, just apply the medicine yourself."

She stood up, turned to leave, and threw the ointment onto his lap. The man hissed.

Su Qiao didn't turn around, knowing that he was playing tricks again, "What's wrong?"

The man didn't answer, but then a low groan was heard, which sounded painful.

Su Qiao quickly turned around and saw him covering his face with beads of sweat on his forehead. She quickly stepped forward to help him check, "What's wrong? Speak."

Fu Yanxiu took his hand away, revealing the red and swollen area. Su Qiao didn't look carefully just now, and only now realized that the red and swollen area extended all the way to the thigh.

His skin was originally white, but with a reddish purple tint, he looked frighteningly hideous.

Su Qiao didn't care about being shy or not. She quickly took the ointment and gently rubbed it on him, her slightly cool fingertips lightly touching his skin.

Su Qiao caught a glimpse of his abdominal muscles twitching slightly.

"Qiaoqiao." Fu Yanxiu pinched his brows and smiled helplessly, "Be careful."

"Huh?" Su Qiao looked up at him inexplicably.

Fu Yanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at her, the emotion in his eyes too thick to be resolved, "Don't touch the places you shouldn't touch."

Su Qiao wanted to say that as a doctor, how could he touch something he shouldn't.

But the hot feeling on her hand hit her. For the sake of convenience, she... couldn't help it.

She couldn't let go of her hand, nor could she continue. Her cheeks were as red as tomatoes.

A man's low laughter came from above his head. Su Qiao had the mentality to finish wiping it quickly and end it as soon as possible, so she finished wiping it for him.

After finishing it, she found a nightgown and threw it to him, "Put it on quickly."

"You put it on for me."

Fu Yanxiu took it as a matter of course. Su Qiao was too tired to argue with him. It was already like this. It was nothing to put on clothes.

She leaned forward, put her hand on Fu Yanxiu's lower back, and helped him up. The man's upper body was pressed against hers.

The clear breath penetrated into the nostrils, and the hot breath sprayed down the ears, "Buckwheat, how long has it been, and you are still seducing me."

"When did I..." Su Qiao was about to retort, only to realize that the collar of her sweater was relatively large. When she sat down just now, it pressed down on the corner of the clothes, and half of the collar was almost pulled to her shoulders.

Her neck was smooth and slender, and her beauty was delicious. She quickly pulled on her sweater and stood up, "You should have a good rest."

"Buckwheat, the doctor said that the ointment needs to be applied five times a day. Don't leave." Fu Yan looked at her embarrassment calmly.

Su Qiao glanced at him and said, "Since I said I wanted to stay, I won't leave." After saying that, he turned around and left the bedroom.

Fu Yanxiu looked at the closed door, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.