The two of them now have similar postures to Tang Buhua's little face. They were hugged by Murong Jinyan and directly held them in their arms. Tang Buhua's face and body were almost buried in Murong Jinyan's waist. Her entire little face was in Murong Jinyan's clothes, and she could not see anything. Moreover... she could not remember anything in her head. She could only feel that the breath that belonged to Murong Jinyan could be smelled at the tip of her nose.

She only stretched out her right arm and couldn't see what the doctor was dealing with her...

However, at this time, Tang Buhuai was too lazy to care about what his arm would be like by the doctor.

It feels so comfortable to be hugged by Murong Jinyan like this...

Tang Buhua only felt that he was really happy, and never expected that Murong Jinyan would use such a posture to coax himself.

You can feel Murong Jinyan's body temperature and the smell on Murong Jinyan's body...

Tang Buhua suddenly felt a little confused in his heart, hoping that the time for removing the stitches could be longer, a little longer...

It would be great if time could be frozen in this scene forever!

"Um..." There was a slight tingling feeling in the arm. Before Tang Buhua could say anything, the doctor there smiled and said, "Okay, it's finished."

Tang Buhua blinked his big eyes, feeling a little unbelievable.

What?!!

Murong Jinyan has let her go: "I said it will be solved soon."

"Yes, your wound heals very well. Be careful after that. It's not easy to touch the water. Just let her grow slowly by herself. But... it's a pity that this beautiful arm is probably going to be left with scars." The doctor said with a little regret.

"So fast..." Tang Buhua said in a depressed manner.

Murong Jinyan seemed to have heard something from the little girl's mouth.

"Why do you seem to be very disappointed? When I came just now, weren't you very scared? Why do you want to remove the stitches longer now?" Murong Jinyan looked at her helplessly.

That's because... I didn't know if I had just removed the stitches, I would be soothed by you!

Of course, Tang Buhuai would not say this directly even if he was beaten to death.

She pursed her lips and smiled at Murong Jinyan, "Okay! Go home! I want to prepare again, and I don't know what the topic will be compared to the game the day after tomorrow."

Murong Jinyan held Tang Buhua's little hand that had just been removed from the stitch: "Turn again to see if there is any problem. If there is any pain, we will ask the doctor for a look."

Tang Buhua nodded, his slender and clean fingers were wrapped in Murong Jinyan's big hands, and he felt indescribable.

Murong Jinyan's palms are very big and have clear joints. He has been training in guns for many years, which makes him have a thin cocoon on his palms. In some places, the cocoons are thicker, but it is not annoying at all.

Murong Jinyan pinched Tang Buhuai's hand and let go, and Tang Buhuai's fingers also softly let go.

"What's going on? Don't you feel anything anymore? Don't you need strength?" Murong Jinyan asked with a little concern when he saw Tang Buhua's reaction.

"Oh, oh... no, no. OK." Tang Buhua clenched his fists and slowly let go, but his face turned red involuntarily. The feeling of being held by Murong Jinyan just now... was so good that she couldn't help but get up and almost made a mistake again.
Chapter completed!