Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Lu Zhiqiu rolled his eyes at him, turned around and told the nurse to prepare things.

Turning back to look at Mo Ting: Now that I know I'm worried, why did you go early? You put on a face when they chased you, you're scared now, you deserve it!

Stitches, bro! Can it be painless? Of course there will be scars, so please take good care of you.

Lu Zhiqiu did it on purpose, the more serious the matter, the better.

Mo Ting's face was pale, and after looking at Lu Zhiqiu for a long time, he said, Feet.

Lu Zhiqiu went to see Dou Qiaoan's feet.

She was wearing socks, but the socks were stained with blood.

After raising her hand and tugging, Dou Qiaoan immediately gasped.

You're such a fierce girl! Put it down and don't move. I'll take off your socks for you first. If you stand for too long, it must be stuck, you! Hold her tightly and don't let her move around.

Mo Ting immediately nodded and hugged her.

Fuck, what's the use of hugging your head! Big brother hugging your legs! Hold your thighs! Don't worry about her moving around! Why are you afraid of bleeding and frightening her?

Mo Ting was stunned for a moment by the shout, and he was so obedient, he immediately let go of his hand to hold Dou Qiaoan's leg.

Brother, try harder! Hold it down! It's a fart to be distressed at this time! Hurry up so I can end it sooner, and she will feel less pain for a while.

Mo Ting used some strength.

Dou Qiaoan looked at Mo Ting who was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

...

While administering the anesthetic, he deliberately avoided Mo Ting, and Lu Zhiqiu also told Dou Qiaoan: Wait a while to act more decently, and act in as much pain as you want. Let him have a long memory.

Dou Qiaoan looked at him: Don't scare him.

You are stupid! This guy won't let go even if he doesn't push you. Only after you are like this will he know how to be afraid, and he will forget about the pain when the scar is healed. Just do what I said, do you hear me? This is for the good life of both of you.

Dou Qiaoan nodded and thought it made sense.

He should really scare Mo to listen.

By the way, the wound is not big, and it won't leave a scar if you take good care of it later. Don't worry. I just deliberately scared Mo to listen.

Dou Qiaoan looked at him and smiled: It's okay to have scars.

Lu Zhiqiu turned to look at her: You are all stupid.

...

When Mo Ting came back, he saw that everything was ready to start. He stood aside wearing a sterile suit and covered Dou Qiaoan's other hand.

You really want to see it?

He nodded.

Dou Qiaoan turned to look at him, feeling a little distressed.

He must have been really frightened today, his face was still pale.

Why don't you read it, it's okay, it's not very...fuck! Tell me before you start!

Before she finished speaking, Lu Zhiqiu started.

The anesthetic had just begun to spread, and she had just clearly felt the sensation of passing through the flesh.

Shut up! Shut up, oh, just shout out if it hurts. Hold on.

What do you mean, Lu Zhiqiu, didn't you take anesthesia?

Mo listened anxiously.

No, shut up, go out without looking, and hinder me.

No! How can you not take anesthesia! You are crazy!

You're crazy. I'm a doctor. If you don't use anesthetics, the scars will be lighter. Aren't you afraid of leaving scars?

Lu Zhiqiu's tricks are also a set of tricks.

I don't mind! It hurts so much, you give her anesthesia!

Lu Zhiqiu looked at him anxiously and ignored him, just to make him anxious.

Dou Qiaoan turned to look at him, and squeezed his hand: Shh - I'm fine, I won't hurt when you're next to me.

Well, Dou Qiaoan is also top-notch in bluffing people.