Chapter 1614
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The man was wearing a purple robe, and it was Di Fuyi. He directly grabbed her slender wrist. Although he had carefully avoided her wound, she still groaned. She frowned, and her forehead was sweating. "It hurts …" She murmured.
He raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead. "It will not hurt later. Be good …"
His voice was soft and hypnotic.
For eight years, she had been used to seeking protection and warmth by his side. Although she drew a line with him during the day and treated him coldly, the terrible habit made her forget about betrayal in her sleep. She wanted to rely on him, especially when she was in pain.
Therefore, she subconsciously leaned in his direction. Her little face rested on his leg. She murmured again, "Fuyi, it hurts, it hurts …"
Di Fuyi wanted to raise his hand to hug her, but he resisted the urge. He sighed softly and used his fingertips to remove the bandage on her wrist. There was a bulging red mark across her snow-white wrist. It was very shocking.
He frowned slightly. She had treated the wound too casually. She only applied the ointment to promote the healing of the wound. She did not even squeeze out the poisonous blood. No wonder she was in so much pain.
Her wound only looked like it was going to heal, but the poison on the knife was also sealed inside and was causing trouble in her flesh.
She was also a good doctor. Logically speaking, she should have known this.
Was she deliberately hurting herself? Or was he so distracted that he didn't notice?
Di Fuyi looked at the wound on her wrist and was lost in thought for a moment. In her case, according to the normal treatment method, her wound would be cut again, and the poisonous blood would be squeezed out. Then, it would be completely healed.
But if he were to cut open her wound again, it would definitely wake her up and cause her to suffer again.
He slightly closed his eyes and raised his hand to press on her wound. A seven-colored ray was emitted from his palm and shrouded her wound.
A light purple slowly seeped out from her wound and climbed up along with Di Fuyi's seven-colored ray. Then, it drilled into his palm.
After a while, the scar on Gu Xijiu's wrist slowly disappeared.
On the other hand, Di Fuyi's hand had grown a little bigger. When he stopped practicing, his entire palm was red and swollen. He took a look at it and did not care. He then looked at Gu Xijiu. Perhaps it was because of the pain, her little face was pale. At this moment, there was a tinge of redness on her cheeks, and her tightly knitted eyebrows had also relaxed.
She was lying there, wearing a thin dress, sleeping without any cover.
Suddenly, she flipped over and subconsciously tried to hug something with one arm, but it was empty air.
Di Fuyi's eyes flashed with pain.
After eight years of sleeping together, she was used to sleeping in his arms at night. She liked to wrap her arms around his waist, like a sloth hugging a tree.
Although they were completely separated now, she still couldn't change her habit. She still wanted to hug his waist in her sleep.
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