Good Morning, Mister Dragon! (WN)

Chapter 188: Let Me Bandage Them up for You

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Even Su Qianxun did not really feel like attending the party as she needed to attend classes. However, the fact that Tang Zui invited her definitely meant that Long Sijue wanted her to go too.

“Mian Mian, will you be free?” Su Qianxun reckoned that it would not be convenient for Gu Mian to stay out late as she just got married, even if it was a marriage she did not want.

Tang Zui flashed a warning glance at Gu Mian, and her breathing froze. She had no choice but to nod. “No problem, I can go with you.”

“Get into the car!” Long Sijue ordered coldly and took the lead to enter the car.

“I’ll give Miss Gu a ride. This is for you. You really need to bandage Jue’s hands before they become handicapped.” Tang Zui shoved the plastic bag of medicine into Su Qianxun’s hands and winked at her. He knew that after she spent so much time with him, it was impossible that Su Qianxun did not care about Long Sijue at all.

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He turned and said to Gu Mian, “Miss Gu, let’s go.”

Gu Mian did not have a choice. She forced a smile at Su Qianxun and followed Tang Zui to his car. She opened the car door and entered the car.

Su Qianxun entered Long Sijue’s car with the plastic bag filled with medicine. Ye Gu closed the car door for Su Qianxun and sat in the front passenger seat.

The two cars left the barbeque restaurant. Si Qianxun glanced at Long Sijue’s hand and said, “Young master, your hands are injured. Why don’t you let me bandage them up for you?”

“There’s no need!” Long Sijue refused coldly. He then opened his laptop and prepared to work.

Su Qianxun furrowed her eyebrows gloomily. She did not want to care about the matter at first. Anyway, the state of Long Sijue’s hands had nothing to do with her.

But when she saw the grotesque state of the wounds at the back of Long Sijue’s hands, which were typing away on the keyboard, she could not help herself. She extended her small hand, grabbed one of Long Sijue’s wrists, and pulled his large hand over.

Long Sijue looked at the young woman in annoyance, and Su Qianxun simply lowered her head and pretended that she was not aware of his gaze.

The young woman placed his hand on her lap. She then took out all the medicine from the plastic bag Tang Zui gave her to see what they were for.

Long Sijue immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but Su Qianxun held it in place tightly and said, “Don’t move!”

“Su Qianxun, do you even know who you’re talking to?” Long Sijue furrowed his eyebrows as he fixed his gaze on the young woman. ‘This young woman is becoming more and more gutsy nowadays.’

“I know that I’m talking to you! You can carry on with your work after I bandage your wounds!” Su Qianxun flashed a quick glance at him. She was actually rather nervous as she was afraid that he would fly into a rage.

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Fortunately, he did not.

Su Qianxun found a bottle of antiseptic solution from the pile of medicine. She opened the bottle and started cleaning Long Sijue’s wound. The blood on the back of his hand had already dried, and it was an extremely gruesome sight.

Su Qianxun was rather puzzled about how he managed to injure himself like this.

Long Sijue stopped moving as he gazed at Su Qianxun, who was earnestly cleaning his wound. Su Qianxun was doing it very carefully and gently, and Long Sijue’s initially tensed up jawline finally loosened up a little.

Su Qianxun did not know how long the wounds had been there for. It was impossible to clean them with the antiseptic solution alone, so Su Qianxun had no choice but to soak some cotton wool in the solution and wipe the dried blood off his wound with it. She even tried to relieve his pain by gently blowing on his wound.

When Long Sijue saw how careful she was being, as if she was afraid that she would inflict pain upon him, his gaze became extremely profound. Su Qianxun finally breathed a sigh of relief when she was done washing the wound. She was so anxious that there were droplets of sweat on her forehead.

“Does it hurt?” The young woman raised her head nervously and asked Long Sijue. Her bright red lips were tightly pursed, and she seemed to be even more anxious than him.

“Yes!”

Actually, this amount of pain meant nothing to Long Sijue. But when he saw how the little thing was fretting over him, he wanted her to stay anxious for a little longer.

As expected, the young woman’s beautiful eyebrows scrunched up into a frown. She said, “I’ll be gentler, then. Do hang in there for a bit more”

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