Chapter 108: People Made of Tofu

Grandma Yang was cooking in the kitchen. She was startled when she saw so many people. When she figured out what was going on, she smiled clearly. It's good that the girl is handsome. It's so lively to see such silly young people!

"Mingshun, help Meimei wash the wound, grandma is busy here!"

Grandma Yang rolled her eyes, turned back to the kitchen, and ordered Yan Mingshun to wash Wu Mei's wound. Yan Mingshun looked at her grandmother in astonishment, but the old lady had already returned to the kitchen, and she didn't throw him away.

"It hurts to wash the wound, please bear with it."

Yan Mingshun took out the hydrogen peroxide from the medicine cabinet, held the cotton ball with tweezers, and whispered to the frightened Wu Mei. Wu Mei looked at the brown hydrogen peroxide in a daze, and was very dissatisfied with Yan Mingshun's dishonesty.

Obviously it hurts a lot, how can it be just a little hurt?

"Brother Mingshun, take it easy?" Wu Mei begged in a low voice, pitifully.

Yan Mingshun saw through the little girl's thoughts at a glance, smiled slightly, took the tweezers, filled the cotton ball with the potion, and applied it to the wound on Wumei's leg, trying to soften the movement as much as possible, but the lethality of this hydrogen peroxide But it has nothing to do with the severity of the movement, as long as it touches the wound, it will definitely make you suffer to the death.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Wu Mei quickly retracted her legs and looked at the ball of cotton wool in fear. Yan Mingshun sighed helplessly, pointed to her legs and said, "I haven't started washing yet!"

"You're so cowardly, why don't you just wash your wounds? It's over as soon as you close your eyes and bite your teeth. Didn't you chop off your head?" Xiong Mumu was extremely disdainful.

Wu Mei glared angrily, "Who hurt me? You're still talking nonsense!"

Xiong Mumu suddenly felt guilty and did not dare to say another word.

Yan Mingshun glanced at Xiong Mumu and asked in a low voice, "Did he hit this injury?"

Wu Mei nodded: "He doesn't know how to ride a bike, so he accidentally hit me, ouch..."

Taking advantage of Wu Mei's speech, Yan Mingshun shot like electricity, and quickly cleaned her wound with cotton wool. Wu Mei was tearing up from the pain. She couldn't get it back at all.

Mei Shuhan was so distressed when he saw it, he couldn't help but say, "Mingshun, take it easy."

Yan Mingshun didn't turn his head, and said indifferently, "No matter how light it is, it will still hurt, and it will be fine soon."

That being said, but looking at Wu Mei's pitiful appearance, he was also a little panicked, and he quickened his movements, thinking about cleaning it up sooner.

It only took two or three minutes to clean the wound, but Wu Mei felt that a century had passed, and she held back her silence. She breathed a sigh of relief when Yan Mingshun washed the mud and sand, and wiped her tears with her sleeve.

Yan Mingshun looked funny, he could cry into tears after washing a wound, where does it hurt so much?

It's really a person made of tofu!

I don't know how much pain she had when He Biyun beat her before?

The scene of He Biyun slapped his eyebrows that night flashed in his mind, Yan Mingshun's heart tightened, the movements on his hands became softer, and he quickly applied the red potion.

"It's alright, go back and try to touch the water as little as possible, and it will be fine in a few days." Yan Mingshun confessed softly.

"Well, thank you Mingshun brother."

Wu Mei lowered her head in embarrassment. She was so embarrassed just now, but this hydrogen peroxide was really painful, and she couldn't even hold back her tears.

"Cuckoo"

A white shadow rushed towards Wu Mei and shrunk into her arms. It was the white squirrel that she had rescued in Phoenix Mountain before. Wu Mei happily hugged the little squirrel. Seeing this spirit, the little thing must be fine.

"Meow"

A big gray shadow came over, it was a fat civet cat, the cat stared at the little guy in Wumei's arms.