Bo Yicheng, I'll let you bite my shoulder

The dark eyes of the city of thin mist were deep and unfathomable.

He glanced coldly at Wen mo, who was standing in the corridor outside the door as a punishment. There was a hint of resentment in his dark eyes, as if blaming him for not protecting her well enough and causing her to be injured. He felt that Shen ruxue deserved to die.

However, the girl's expression was calm. let's suture it.

In the past, when she was training at the pure world Pavilion, if she was unfortunately seriously injured, she would stitch herself. Furthermore, there was no anesthetic, so this kind of thing could no longer cause any waves to her.

"If it hurts, bite me."

Bo Zhicheng's long arm gently wrapped around the girl's waist, and he placed his chin on the top of her head, caressing it. His voice sounded a little hoarse. I'll let you bite my shoulder. It doesn't matter how painful it is.

The doctor smiled like an Auntie and looked at the two of them helplessly.