Raider's Paranoid [quick wear]

Chapter 79: The Vicious Female Supporting Role Turns Over 26

Maybe it was because of the rain, or maybe it was because of being injured and struggling for several hours, Jiang Cuo walked up to Jiang Fei step by step, called "sister" obediently, and then passed out.

Before fainting, a slender and white arm supported him, and a faint fragrance surrounded him.

In a trance, Jiang Cuo remembered the last time at Jiang's house, knowing that he was going to destroy her, but she still took him away from there;

And earlier that time, she stood in front of him and took the wine bottle thrown by Jiang Lin for him;

Even earlier, when he was a child, he watched Wen Juan holding her hand and walking away from him when he was young, and she turned her head slightly and gave him a smile...

Jiang Cuo had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to the night when he took Jiang Fei to the bar, and Jiang Fei said to him anxiously: Xiaocuo, go back.

And he looked at her restless eyes, stepped forward to hold her hand, and nodded: OK, let's go back.

They didn't go into that bar.

None of those things happened.

She was still by his side, and they never separated.

Then, Jiang Cuo opened his eyes, and what he saw was pale white, filled with the smell of disinfectant water, the dazzling light came in from the window at the side, and on the sofa at the side, a girl in a white skirt was sitting there, casually Flipping through the magazines on the table, the sun shone on her body like a haze of light.

"Are you awake?" A nurse's voice came from the door.

Jiang Fei closed the magazine, looked up at him, and met the scorching gaze of the young man who had no time to restrain himself.

Jiang Cuo regained his senses, looked at the medicine in the nurse's hand, and didn't speak, but when the nurse stepped forward to apply the medicine for him, he avoided it.

"You can't move around," the nurse hurriedly said, "The bone in the shoulder is just right, and the back of the head..."

"It's okay, you don't need to apply medicine," he said to the nurse, but Jiang Cuo kept looking at Jiang Fei, his voice was low and hoarse, "There are so many scars on my body, a few more scars are nothing."

The nurse looked at him in astonishment.

Jiang Fei raised his eyebrows, put the magazine on the table, and took the ointment from the nurse's hand: "Thank you, he is sick, let me come."

The nurse withdrew her gaze, looked at the girl in front of her, breathed a sigh of relief, gave some precautions and left.

Jiang Fei sat beside the hospital bed with the ointment, looked at Jiang Cuo: "Do you take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

Jiang Cuo's eyelashes fluttered, and after looking at her for a long time, he slowly took off his shirt.

On a certain level, what Jiang Cuo said was right. He did have many scars on his body. His porcelain white skin was covered with large and small scars, and there was a bruise on his back that was still oozing blood.

Jiang Fei sat behind him, applied the ointment with one hand, and slowly rubbed the bruise on his shoulder.

Jiang Cuo sat there with his back to her, his chest was hot and his heart was beating.

"There is no scar here." Jiang Fei's hand slowly fell on his shoulder.

Jiang Cuo's back trembled slightly.