Chapter 50 Be gentle

Author: Xia Qingshan

Chapter 50 Be gentle

Qiao Yin gritted her teeth after hearing this.

She finally understood that Lu Lingche was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and he was taking it out on her!

"My brother hit you, didn't you also hit my brother? The matter is settled! I've come to give you medicine, and I've done my best to be kind and righteous!"

"Are you really blind or are you pretending to be blind? Didn't you see that I kept my hands when I hit him? Did he keep his hands when he hit me? If I really hit him, would he survive?"

Now Qiao Yin had nothing to say.

Others didn't know Lu Lingche's strength, but she knew it.

He has learned fighting, and he has also won a fighting championship. If he didn't hold back, it would be impossible for Qiaojiason to only have that little injury.

She walked back angrily, threw the medicine box on the coffee table, opened it, took out a cotton swab with iodine, and began to disinfect Lu Lingche's face.

The cotton swab pressed down hard, and Lu Lingche hissed in pain.

Qiao Yin just pretended not to hear and continued to press hard.

Lu Lingche's painful forehead was beaded with sweat. He grabbed Qiao Yin's wrist fiercely and said coldly: "What are you doing? Want to stab me to death? Deliberate revenge?"

Qiao Yin gave him a fake smile: "Mr. Lu, you are overthinking it. I am just doing normal disinfection work. Why don't you do it yourself?"

"Be gentle! This is my face, not the bark of a tree!"

"You're a grown man, and you can't bear this little pain? It'll be even more painful after the massage. If you keep moaning like this, I can't massage it for you."

Lu Lingche stared at her for a while, then finally let go of her hand, letting Qiao Yin disinfect his face.

Of course, Qiao Yin was still tormented during the process.

After disinfection, Qiao Yin also disinfected her hands, then applied medicine to him with her fingertips and massaged them gently.

When the medicine in the white medicine bottle was applied on his face, Lu Lingche felt cool, soothing and pain-relieving, and very comfortable.

He couldn't help but said: "This medicine seems really good."

Qiao Yin glared at him: "It's not like that, it's a unique medicine. It's one of my grandma's family secret medicines. It's passed down from female to male."

Lu Lingche felt strange: "Then why didn't you become a doctor?"

Qiao Yin did not answer this question.

She poured out the ointment from the blue bottle, and before starting to apply it, she solemnly reminded: "This bottle will hurt, please bear with it."

Lu Lingche was disdainful: "How can it still hurt that you just deliberately poked my wound with a cotton swab? Apply it quickly, don't waste time!"

However, when Qiao Yin actually applied it, he almost bit off his tongue in pain!

He grabbed Qiao Yin's wrist again to stop her from continuing: "What is this and why does it hurt so much!? You're not going to take the opportunity to kill me, are you?"

Qiao Yin's face turned pale when she saw that he was in pain, and she smiled happily this time: "Weren't you being harsh just now? Now you know it hurts? If you doubt my motives, then I won't apply it to you, and I'll take the medicine away too.

Such good medicine is wasted on your face!"

Lu Lingche couldn't help but be startled when he saw her smiling.

Even if he had a deep prejudice against Qiao Yin, he had to admit that Qiao Yin had an extremely beautiful face.

She has bright eyes and white teeth, and her smile has a sweet feeling. Sometimes it is difficult for him to connect this face with her vicious face.

He lowered his eyes, let go of her wrist, and said lightly: "Go on."

Qiao Yin was a little disappointed. She thought Lu Lingche would drive her away. She hadn't eaten dinner yet and was starving to death. She wanted to go home for dinner and didn't want to be his maid here.

After applying the medicine, Qiao Yin began to press and rub Lu Lingche's face with her palms.

Her cheeks were burning and hurting. Lu Lingche couldn't hold it back and hugged her waist hard: "Can't you be gentler? Are you using my face as dough to knead it?"

Qiao Yin was froze for five seconds as she was hugged by him, but soon she returned to normal and tried her best to ignore the two hands at her waist.

Her voice was calm: "My technique was taught step by step by my grandma. Are you questioning me? If I press too lightly, your bruises won't be gone at all tomorrow morning. Do you want it to be painless or handsome?"

Mr. Lu: Wife, can you be gentler to me?

Qiao Yin: Are you worthy?
Chapter completed!