Labor has been very tired these days, and he was not a stubborn body. He lay on the couch with a soft pillow. He was sleepy and fell asleep in a daze. However, the touch was still real. Gala's slightly cool and soft fingers, the warm breath that fell on his arm, rubbed through the yarn of the wound...

It swept across the arm like a butterfly wing and fell on the heart.

...

Gala held the veil and wrapped it carefully.

Although the color of the wound was much better than before, the flesh and blood had not healed, and he was still afraid of people. Gala did not dare to touch Yang Jian. Hearing his nose calmed down and fell asleep gradually, he returned to the edge of the bed and bandaged it carefully. After the gauze was wrapped, he wanted to get up to wash his hands, put on his clothes and leave.

Yang Jian's sleepiness gradually subsided, and his consciousness was blurred at this moment, half in his dream.

When Gala stood up, he keenly noticed his hands that suddenly left and the people who stood up beside the bed.

A string in his mind suddenly tensed. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and firmly held Gala's hand. He opened his eyes and saw the figure who was about to leave. He sat up and pulled it hard, and said in a low voice: "Don't leave!"

Gala did not expect that the sleeping person would suddenly take action, and was pulled hard by him. He leaned his body and crashed into his arms firmly.

Yang Jian's sleepiness had dissipated, but his right arm was holding her tightly, holding her tightly, and his chest was still pounding.

Gala exclaimed, his body fell on his legs, his head hit his incomprehensible chest, kissing his bulging muscles firmly. The sudden attack of manly aura made her confused for a moment. His chest was on his lips, which was an unprecedented stimulation, which made her face flush.

Immediately, the remaining reason reminded her of another question

"Wound!" She didn't care about embarrassment and held Yang Jian's arm.

Yang Jian was shocked by her mind, and his reaction was extremely quick. He frowned with a hissing, and his left arm drooped like a boneless one, trembling slightly, as if in extreme pain.

Gala's voice changed in fear, "How about the wound? Do you want to scream..."

"No need." Yang Jian replied with air conditioning, lowered his head and saw Garo's hot and red face. Before she could get up, he stretched out his right arm and pressed her back into his arms, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "Can you bear it."

He could indeed bear it, and his right arm hugged Gala tighter and tighter, and asked her to press her hot cheeks against her chest.

There was bloodshot in Yang Jian's eyes, his voice seemed hoarse, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Gala, you have caused trouble!"

Gala's heart was filled with his hot chest, and only 30% of his sanity was left to think, and he said guiltily: "I don't know that your highness will suddenly... your arms can't move?"

"It's almost useless. You can't use force to avoid the injury from getting deeper!" Yang Jianqiang said in a rude way, his chest was undulating, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm asleep, how can I defend myself? This time I'm going to be injured, I'll have to be useless for another half a month."

Gala was very aggrieved and worried.
Chapter completed!