Jiang Lan put his hands on the ground and was forced to raise his head to meet the man's gaze. Severe pain came from the wound on his wrist, and blood continued to seep out of the gauze.

Jiang Lan was in pain and his hands were shaking.

"Have you remembered?" He squatted in front of Jiang Lan and looked at him with a smile.

Jiang Lan's breathing was rapid, her eyes flickered, and she didn't know whether it was pain or fear, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She stared at the man for a few seconds, her wrists couldn't support her, and her body went limp, but he grabbed her hair and lifted her up again.

Jiang Lan felt like his entire scalp was about to fall off.

There was a painful look on her face, and she looked at the man blankly and aggrievedly.

Pei Qingsheng stared at her watery eyes, raised her eyebrows, and suddenly let go of her hair with her fingers, causing Jiang Lan to fall off guard.

In a subconscious reaction, he raised his hand to support the ground. The moment his palm hit the ground, the heartbreaking pain in his wrist instantly spread throughout his limbs, and his vision went black for a while.

She covered her wrists and curled up on the ground.

Pei Qingsheng looked at the thin and pitiful figure on the ground and couldn't help but sigh. She had forgotten so completely that she even forgot that she could speak.

Jiang Lan curled up and turned her back to him, and all she could see was her shaking shoulders.

His fingers fell on Jiang Lan's shoulders. She froze obviously and trembled even more.

Pei Qingsheng didn't seem to notice. He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up, then carried her to the sofa.

Jiang Lan touched the sofa and curled up.

Pei Qing ignored her, turned around and searched around the room, finding the medicine box easily.

He came over with the medicine box, squatted down in front of her, stretched out his palm toward Jiang Lan, "Hand."

Jiang Lan stared at him with twinkling eyes. She tried her best to huddle up into a ball, like a puppy, thinking that the tighter she huddled, the safer she would be. Her face was full of helplessness.

"What? You want to be beaten again?"

Jiang Lan was shocked when she heard this. She bit her lip, but finally gave in, and slowly placed her injured hand on the man's palm.

The gauze that Dr. Hu had bandaged before was dyed red again, and when it was taken off, there was a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine.

Pei Qingsheng threw away the bloody gauze, took out a cotton swab to wipe the blood from her wound, found the hemostatic medicine, poured it on, and wrapped it with a bandage.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were treating his beloved. If he hadn't just pulled Jiang Lan off the sofa, Jiang Lan would have thought that something invisible had really happened between her and him.

During the process of applying the medicine, Jiang Lan's body remained tense.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the man in front of her. His facial features were indeed impeccable, and he had that kind of non-offensive appearance. Anyone who saw him at first glance would definitely think that he was a gentle and gentle person.

But even so, Jiang Lan still had a deep fear of him, not just because he hit her just now.

But from the moment he came in, Jiang Lan couldn't suppress the fear of him in her heart, as if it was a fear engraved in her bones and burned deep in her soul.

After Pei Qingsheng had bandaged it, he squeezed her hand and admired it. He didn't know whether he was admiring her beautiful hand or admiring the wound he had bandaged himself.

He looked up at Jiang Lan and chuckled: "You have this disease now. Do you need someone to take care of you?"

Jiang Lan's heart sank. These words made her feel that something was wrong.

Sure enough, I heard him say to himself: "How about I come to visit you every day?"

"Promise, I can make you think of it."
Chapter completed!