Chapter 729 Torture

   "Just take off my shirt, kid, what are you doing? This is not good." Fu Yanxing seized the opportunity and began to tease An Chen.

   "Shut up!" An Chen was rubbing the medicine on Fu Yanxing, and when he heard what Fu Yanxing said, he pressed down harder on the hand that was applying the medicine.

   "Hiss, stinky boy, you call it public revenge." Fu Yanxing held An Chen's hand with his backhand.

   This level of pain is nothing to Fu Yanxing, it's just to tease An Chen.

  Fu Yan really worked hard to pursue An Chen, and his personal setting here was about to collapse to pieces.

According to Fan Luo's words, President Fu Yan is handsome, has a good figure, and is tall even if he is rich. Otherwise, it's a proper "old hooligan".

   "You, let go! How about rubbing the medicine yourself." An Chen poked Fu Yanxing again.

   After flirting with someone, you still have to be measured, and stop when you need to. Fu Yanxing strictly abides by the book of chasing people taught by Fan Luo.

   Seeing Fu Yanxing turn his head back, An Chen shook his hand, feeling a little numb in pain.

  Blood kept flowing out from the cut wound. Taking advantage of Fu Yanxing not paying attention, An Chen simply wiped it with a piece of gauze, and then continued to apply medicine to Fu Yanxing.

  An Chen didn't care about the wound, because she felt that the injury shouldn't be serious, and the blood was still flowing normally. The coagulation disorder caused by the side effects of taking medicine is not so easy.

  An Chen first poured the medicated oil into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands to warm it up, and then rubbed it on Fu Yanxing's back, and then slowly rubbed the bruise away.

  Fu Yanxing hoped that this process would last longer, and hoped that this process would end soon, but it was really too tangled.

   But this can't be blamed on Fu Yanxing. An Chen's little hands are soft. Although she has received very strict training and was not raised in a pampered state, her hands have not become rough.

   Such a pair of small hands belong to someone I like. Fu Yanxing is a very normal person, and he is a man. An Chen's pressing is very comfortable, and he doesn't feel any pain at all, but it is really tormenting.

  An Chen is wearing a black sweater today, even if the blood is stained on the clothes, it is not very obvious.

  An Chen didn't have time to check it up until now, so he didn't know the severity of the injury, nor how much blood was leaked, and his arm was already a little sore and numb, and he didn't feel much.

  Fu Yanxing felt that the force on his back was getting weaker and weaker. He looked back at An Chen and found that there was nothing unusual, but he felt that An Chen's lips were a little pale, but An Chen was still the same as before.

Maybe it was because the light was too dark, so the shadow hit the face, so the lips appeared white, or maybe I was wrong, Fu Yanxing thought to himself, just at this time An Chen saw Fu Yanxing, and smiled at him, Fu Yanxing turned his head in relief.

  Blood has flowed from the sleeve and is slowly flowing to the hand. An Chen softly filled the pocket with alcohol and a pack of gauze.

   "I'm going to the bathroom." After An Chen finished speaking, before Fu Yanxing turned his head, he went straight into the bathroom.

   Fortunately, the sleeves are relatively loose, so it is easy to roll them up, but in fact it doesn’t need to be rolled up, because the sleeves have also been cut open, but I didn’t notice it just now.

  An Chen's ability to tolerate pain is also excellent, and he has actually been trained in this area. The wonderful training An Chen has experienced is really countless.

   Many days of dying with PPT

  

  

  (end of this chapter)