Jiang Cise stood there, looking at the man's back and couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.
As the dark blue home clothes were taken off, the beautiful butterfly bones were exposed. The powerful and tight muscles were beautifully streamlined, and every inch was particularly sexy.
Even if you look at it from the back, you can clearly see the strength of his waistline. One inch more is more, and one inch less is less.
The muscles, neither exaggerated nor overdone, contrast with the man's cold white skin, adding a sense of sophistication.
It wasn¡¯t until Ji Mingye turned around that Jiang Cise came back to her senses. Her eyes passed over a long scar on his chest. She was stunned for a few seconds, then silently looked away, turned around and picked up the medicine box.
He has always had a good figure and does not blindly pursue muscles. Even when wearing clothes, he will make people feel a little thin. Typically, he will look thin when wearing clothes but look fat when undressing.
The room was very quiet. Ji Mingye was sitting on the sofa, staring at the woman wearing a blue nightgown in front of him. The meaning was clear.
Jiang Ci sighed softly, walked to him and opened the medicine box: "Is there no hospital in the capital? You have to come to me."
Obviously, her words did not make Ji Mingye very happy.
But fortunately, Jiang Cise opened the medicine box, turned on the spotlight in the room, carefully checked his wounds, and then disinfected them.
Ji Mingye laughed out loud, his eyes fell on the top of her head and he said casually: "How is that the same?"
Jiang Cise didn¡¯t ask him what was different. She knelt on one knee between his legs, leaned over slightly and disinfected his wounds first.
There was a long, long wound on his chest, like a dagger.
It¡¯s not too deep, but the skin and flesh are turned out. In addition, he seems to have just taken a bath. The wound is soaked and turned white, mixed with traces of blood, which makes it particularly hideous.
¡°You¡¯re not always very good at fighting, how can you hurt yourself.¡± Jiang Cise spoke softly, her hands moving very lightly.
Thinking of that scene, Ji Mingye couldn't help but lower his eyes, hiding the self-mockery in his eyes.
Yes, at that moment, he could obviously avoid it, but he hesitated.
After Jiang Cise applied the medicine for his wound, he pulled off a bandage and applied it to the long wound. Then he said, "I'm not a doctor. Remember to go to the hospital next time."
Ji Mingye didn't say anything, but for the rare moment he lost all his anger and aggression.
Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Jiang Cise couldn't help but look up, and a pair of deep peach blossom eyes met his eyes. His eyelashes were very long, and without his usual frivolity and dissipation, it would give people the illusion of affection.
Jiang Ci's throat tightened, and he looked away before getting up.
The next moment, Ji Mingye reached out and grabbed her wrist, and said in a clear voice, "Did I treat you badly at the beginning?"
Over the years, he has thought about it many times.
¡°Except for the fact that he was wrong about that at the beginning, he was not good to her.
Jiang Ci looked slightly startled, as if he had never thought that he would ask this question.
Yesisn't it good?
Although he has a bad temper and likes to do whatever he wants according to his own preferences and temperament, he still has to be kind to her
Before she could speak, there was a knock on the door, and then Jiang Xuewei's voice came: "Jiang Cise? Mom asked me to bring you a glass of milk."
Hearing this, Jiang Cise lowered her eyes, knowing that she probably wanted to inquire about Ji Mingye.
Ji Mingye didn't seem to expect her to answer, and he obviously had no intention of leaving after letting go.
Jiang Cise frowned, not wanting to cause trouble for herself, and immediately whispered: "You hide for a while." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com