Quick Wear: The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Loses Her Memory

Chapter 1202: Meet You Again When Flowers Fall (1)

"Hmm!" In the middle of the night, Du Ruoheng turned over and touched a warm object when she stretched out her hand. She did not panic, but reached under the pillow with her other hand to feel for her dagger.

But just as her hand touched the cloud-patterned handle of the dagger, it was wrapped by a bigger hand.

The person who "counterattacked" chuckled, his voice was clear and bright, with a hint of coldness.

Like the thawing river water in early spring, the clarity is wrapped with a lingering chill, making those who hear it feel a slight shiver all over.

But those who know him well can hear that he has become much more restrained now compared to his previous cold and gloomy appearance that could freeze people to death.

"You are shameless and scary!" Du Ruoheng reluctantly let go of the dagger she had touched, but Huo Xiaoye, who was holding her hand, did not let go.

Instead, he moved half an inch closer to Du Ruoheng, his breath already hitting her face, and then he spoke slowly: "Sister Fairy, I've been gone for half a month, did you miss me?"

Just as she was about to speak, Du Ruoheng felt the texture of the straps wrapped around Huo Xiaoye's shoulder, and it was also a little wet.

Frowning slightly, she broke free from Huo Xiaoye's hand, got up from the bed, and lit the candlestick in one go.

Looking at Huo Xiaoye, whose forehead and mouth were bruised and whose shoulders were wrapped in bandages under the candlelight, she said unhappily, "I was wondering why you sneaked in here again in the middle of the night. It turns out you're so badly injured this time."

Huo Xiaoye, who was caught, quickly put away his usual arrogance and cried pitifully to Du Ruoheng: "Sister Fairy, it hurts, it really hurts!"

Looking at the bandage on his shoulder that was beginning to ooze blood, Du Ruoheng felt distressed and angry: "He's already injured, yet he's deliberately teasing me and trying to snatch the dagger from me. It must be because he moved too much just now that the wound has reopened.

In your case, re-bandaging is useless. I just made a new batch of mulberry thread a few days ago, so I'll use you as a training ground first."

He spoke harshly, but his hands moved very quickly.

After lighting several candles in succession, the lights in the room became brighter and brighter.

Hongdou, who was sleeping in the next room, heard the noise and came over to knock on the door: "Miss, it's late at night, what's going on? Do you need help?"

"Well! Hongdou, first bring over the medicinal liquid I re-bottled yesterday. Take one bottle each with a red label and a green label!" Du Ruoheng thought for a moment and then instructed, "After you bring the things back, boil a bowl of medicinal soup according to the previous recipe for replenishing blood and qi."

Upon hearing this, Hongdou had an idea in her mind - she guessed that it was Mr. Huo who came again.

Her young lady was really unlucky. Ever since Mr. Huo was injured and fell into her yard two years ago, he stayed with them for two months.

After they had finally waited for the person to leave, they moved away, but he always came back, and the frequency was getting higher and higher.

Not knowing what her maid was thinking, Du Ruoheng simply took out a roll of plain white mulberry thread from the closet in her room.

The pink fingertips twisted the thread, shining brightly under the candlelight, making Huo Xiaoye swallow his saliva - he considered himself not a lustful person, but when facing Du Ruoheng, he couldn't help but think too much, and his body became more and more prone to hot flashes.

Suddenly, there was a chill on my forehead!

"Where did you get here from? You're so badly injured. It's a good thing you have a strong foundation, otherwise you would have died on the way." Du Ruoheng said in a worried tone, "You have a fever, why are you running around instead of lying down?"

She had just dipped the thread into the medicine brought by her maid Hongdou, and when she looked up, she saw Huo Xiaoye's face was red. She then tested it and found that the man was indeed having a fever.

When injured, the most feared thing is a high fever, so Du Ruoheng couldn't help but worry.

Smelling the refreshing fragrance emanating from the other person and hearing caring words in his ears, Huo Xiao's ambition relaxed, and he felt a little tired and yawned several times.

But in order to prevent himself from falling asleep, he rubbed his eyes vigorously several times.

When it touched the wound, he grimaced in pain.

No matter how cold and tough Huo Xiaoye usually pretends to be, after all, he is just a young man who has just come of age.

Seeing the other person trying to hold on, Du Ruoheng gently pushed him where he wasn't injured: "Lie down!"

Perhaps it was because there was an irresistible firmness in the other person's voice, or perhaps Huo Xiaoye had been accustomed to obeying Du Ruoheng since he met her, he lay down unconsciously.

Du Ruoheng's action of pushing the person was very forceful, but the action of untying the bandage was extremely gentle.

The blood-soaked wound cloth was then uncovered, revealing the wound was twisted hideously, with the edges already turning white.

Because the wound cloth was somewhat adhered to the wound, even if Du Ruoheng's technique was gentle, it would inevitably pull the wound.

Huo Xiaoye, who gasped in pain, did not forget to joke at this time, in order to avoid Du Ruoheng feeling guilty: "Sister Fairy's technique has improved more than before..."

Before he could finish his words, Du Ruoheng had already picked up the cotton cloth dipped in medicine and pressed it on Huo Xiaoye's wound.

The liquid in the red medicine bottle has a disinfecting effect, and a portion of purified wine is added in proportion.

So

"It hurts, it hurts!" Huo Xiaoye could no longer laugh. The usually strong Yongzhou Beijia now had red eyes and was about to cry.