Good Morning, Mister Dragon! Chapter 459 - It Would Not Sound As If She Was Thinking Too

Chapter 459: It Would Not Sound As If She Was Thinking Too Highly About Herself

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Sure.”

The two of them did not speak again.

Long Aotian and Lan Qingcheng sensed that sothing was wrong with Long Sijue. However, he had agreed to every request they made, so they could not really point out what exactly was strange about him. Eventually, the two of them just left without a word and pretended that everything was fine.

Seeing that the two of them had left, Tang Zui imdiately asked Zi Fan for the dical kit and handed it to Su Qianxun. He pushed her towards the office and said, “I’ll let you deal with the wound on Jue’s hand. You must clean it and treat it properly!”

Tang Zui opened the door and shoved Su Qianxun in. Long Sijue was mulling over sothing when he heard soone enter the office without knocking. He looked at the doorway and was about to scold the intruder. But once he discerned the person at the door, he narrowed his eyes a little.

“Why are you here?” Long Sijue asked, staring at her expressionlessly.

From the tone of his voice, Su Qianxun could sense that she was not welcod here. She felt a tightness in her chest and tightened her grip on the dical kit in her arms. She said, “We have an agreent. Before the agreent ends, you are my benefactor. I wish for nothing bad to happen to you, so I have co to treat your injury.”

By putting it that way, it would not sound as if she was thinking too highly of herself.

After Su Qianxun said that, she strode over and stood in front of Long Sijue’s desk. Long Sijue kept staring at her. When Su Qianxun opened the dical kit, he sneered and said sarcastically, “As it seems, I hadn’t chosen the wrong woman. You’re a genuinely dutiful... tool!”

When she heard this, Su Qianxun’s hands trembled slightly. She suppressed the sadness within her and took the disinfectant and ointnts she needed out of the kit. At this point, she no longer knew what to say. There was a tightness in her chest and she could barely breathe.

Many people had said that she was rely a tool to him. Even though those words made her feel unhappy, she hardly dwelled on them. However, he was the one who said those words today...

Su Qianxun finally knew now that she had indeed overestimated her place in his heart.

In the past, she wistfully thought that she might be more than just a tool to him.

Su Qianxun walked over to him with the disinfectant and ointnts. Long Sijue stared at the young woman’s reddened eyes, and his body was stiff.

Su Qianxun took his hand and slowly unwrapped the bandage he had put on sloppily, revealing a grueso wound.

The young woman held her breath. She could not imagine how painful this wound must be, yet Long Sijue refused to let anyone treat and dress the wound!

Su Qianxun imdiately opened the bottle of disinfectant and poured the contents on his wound to clean it. Long Sijue furrowed his eyebrows a little. Even though he was very resistant to pain, this disinfectant still stung very much.

Zi Fan suddenly barged in. Long Sijue and Su Qianxun looked at her in unison. Zi Fan was actually here to stop Su Qianxun from using the disinfectant on Long Sijue because it would make the wound sting even more. It was what she had purposefully used on Su Qianxun.

“I was worried that Miss Su might not be very familiar with wound-dressing, so I ca in to see if I could help.”

Zi Fan saw that Su Qianxun was already using the disinfectant to clean Long Sijue’s wound, and did not dare to say anything. If she were to tell Su Qianxun that she was not supposed to use this disinfectant now, Long Sijue would definitely suspect that Zi Fan had given her the disinfectant on purpose.

“I...”

“Get out!” Long Sijue’s cold and sharp gaze fell upon her. There was no warmth or emotion in his eyes.

Zi Fan imdiately backed out of the room. When she recalled the cold look in Long Sijue’s eyes, she clenched her fist tightly and tried not to lose her composure.

.....

They were alone in the office once again. Long Sijue looked at the young woman who was standing still beside him. He ordered, “Dress my wound.”

Su Qianxun imdiately recovered her senses did as he said without a word. She put the disinfectant aside and started applying so ointnt on his wound. She then grabbed the bandaged and dressed his wound properly. After she was done, she tied a beautiful knot.