Poison Genius Consort

"Oh..." The door slowly closed.

Across the door, the scent of thyme is coming out of their world and returning to their own world.

Loneliness hits my heart, only that she is left alone in her world.

The gentle voice of His Royal Highness is still around his ears. He said, "It hurts, don't endure, and hurts."

When you are sad, painful, helpless, some men will tell you, "Don't cry, I am."

This is just comfort.

And some men will tell you, "Cry, I am."

This is to rely on.

A man with a sigh of relief will always have enough patience to keep you in a gentle manner, letting you make a lot of trouble and crying enough. A man who is not emboldened, seeing you crying, will only be annoyed.

But...but she couldn't even see his irritability.

In the past days of those poisonous hair, which pain will lose to this kind of burn, she did not even cry, always smiled.

Is this her fate?

Standing here, leaning against the door, you can hear the sound inside the house, and Baili Muxiang wants to stay for a while, but after all, he squats and strides away.

Say good to yourself and get your heart. Don't see, don't listen, can you accept your heart?

The thyme is so nervous and so lost that she forgets the birthmark on the lumbar vertebra of Princess Wang.

Let her heart tangled thousands of times, but the people in the house don't know it. It's just like being passionate.

In the house, the dragon looked at the wound that was smashed in Han Yu at night, and the eyebrows were tightly locked. So far, they have not started.

Han Hao and so on, wait, have not waited until the tingling sensation, she looked suspiciously, "His Royal Highness, what happened?"

"Oh, good!" The dragon is not a cold night command.

Han Yu is really inexplicable. This guy is not a swearing person. Just take a medicine and grind what?

In fact, the dragon has not glued the ointment on the fingertips of the night, but it has been in the vicinity of the wound for a long time, but Han Han can't see it.

She is not afraid of pain, but he is afraid that she will hurt, pondering how to apply medicine to relieve her pain.

After a while, Han Han couldn't help it. Looking back sneakingly, I saw the silent face of Long Fei night, very serious.

Who said that a woman’s serious look is the best, in fact, the man’s serious look is the best, Han Han looked at it, and looked at it, she whispered unconsciously, “His Royal Highness...”

The night is deep, the moon is quiet, the high bed soft pillow is the hibiscus account, the blue silk is wrapped around the waist, the jade back muscle is like the Xia, and the belly pocket is half-covered.

Han Wei did not notice the delicate body that he was ashamed of at the moment, and with this whisper, there is much enthusiasm.

The attention of the dragon and the night was all on the wound, and he did not respond. He did not raise his eyes, his eyes always fell on the wound, and he reiterated it again. "It will hurt."

Han Yu’s flower idiot made another mistake, and did not pay attention to what Long Fei said at night. This man is cherished as a gold, anyway, she just needs to look at his face to meet.

Long did not find her infatuation like the night. He was like a major decision. After careful, he started to use it, and he applied it to the wound.

Who knows, Han Han immediately took a sigh of relief, pouting, and the whole person curled up.

She couldn't see it anymore. Where did she know what the wounds in her back were hurt by the fragrant scent? I thought it would be stinging. If I knew that it wasn't just a sting, this cold and cool ointment was coated, but there was no frosty feeling. Instead, it feels like a fire burns on the wound!

Long Fei night eyebrows dignified

With both hands clinging to Han's waist, "Don't move, I will blow you for help."

This time, Han Han really does not move, not only does not move, but also gradually stiffened.

The dragon's warm night palm is tightly attached to her slender waist, without any obstruction. The rough palm grips her delicate skin, and the rough encounters the delicate, warm and cold, like a thunder. The fire, a lingering sensation of numbness, ran over the body of Han Han, and her body could not help but tremble.

Only then did he realize that his clothes had faded, and he had only one apron, and the jade back was exposed. All of them were looked at by the man.

God, how come this way!

Seeing that Han Han had a goose bump, the dragon was not a night when she was painful. He leaned down and his body was fast on the back of Han Yuyu. He gently blew the wound. "It hurts for a while, nothing. of."

This scene is really red-faced and the heart beats faster! Fortunately, the little things have been stolen to Gufu, otherwise they will be scared to fall off the beam.

Lively and fragrant, outsiders are not suitable!

The dragon's hot night breath is scattered around the wound, like an invisible hand, gently swaying her skin, the candlelight sways, the lights are dim, this is like the snowy skin, I don't know when it has been red.

Han Yu still cares about it, his head is empty.

He gently blew the endless gentleness, but she could not bear it.

"His Royal Highness, don't you..." Han Yu wanted to cry out.

However, the attention of the dragon and the night is all in her wounds. If Han Hao can see it at this time, he will surely see the distress of his eyes.

He blew for a while, and asked seriously and seriously, "Is it better?"

"Yeah." Han Han buried himself in the silk quilt, only a sigh of relief.

She couldn't see anything, but she soon noticed that he got up and left her. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, she noticed that he let go of her waist.

Finally, Han Han’s tight body was relaxed.

But who knows, Long Fei night gently touched her jade back, gentle fingertips wandering on the edge of her wound, like caressing, soft and delicate; like a slap, if you leave.

In fact, it is not a caress, it is not a provocation, just a pity.

His handsome eyebrows were full of pity, and asked faintly, "Is the medicine coated, do you want to wrap it up?"

He often treats his own wounds. He is basically covered with medicine. He can't bleed and not get infected. He is very casual. He can't be casual in the face of Han Wei's delicate skin.

Han Wei’s breathing is a bit confusing, whispering, “His Royal Highness, Chen’s injury is very complicated to handle, let the musk come over, she understands.”

"No need, this king learns a school." Long non-night faint.

"It's very complicated..." Han Han is so embarrassed.

"How is a complicated law?" Long Fei night asked with patience.

Han Han is sad, and her wounds are really complicated to handle.

In fact, the quickest way to heal is not to dress up. The medicine to be used is to promote the scarring of the wound. After the medicine is applied, it is exposed, the wound is naturally dried, and the skin is given a new environment. For three or four days, the wound will be completely scarred.

Before she couldn't help it, she let the Baili Musk wrap the wound, and the wound behind the dressing was still troublesome.

Han Wei is a dilemma!

If she told the dragon not to bandage the night, she promised that in the next few days, this guy would stare at her and ask her to stay for a few days.

If let the dragon be non-night

If the wound is bandaged, it will be wounded on the back and the wounds will be wrapped. The gauze must be wrapped around the body.

The same woman, before let Baili Musk help bandage, Han Hao feels particularly twisted!

And now...

At the end of the struggle, Han said seriously, "His Royal Highness, I will bandage myself."

She said that she would get up, but she couldn’t help but press her head in the night. The action seemed to be very big. In fact, it was very soft. He said, "This king will!"

"His Highness, gauze is too tight to hurt the wound, too loose and can not contain, or I come, let's take advantage of it." Han Hao rushed to explain.

Long Fei night still pressed her face back into the silk, and did not like the warning, "Try again!"

Han Han wants to cry without tears, but can't help but swear, "Stupid, can't move."

The dragon heard it, but didn't hear what she said. He let go of her. "What do you say?"

"No..." Han Han replied with sorrow.

Dragon is not forgetting the warning at night, "Don't move!"

Han Han bit his teeth, as if to go to the execution ground, a look of tension.

Long non-night cut a piece of square white gauze diagonally, cut it into a triangle towel, and then cut her back, and then applied some ointment on the triangle.

Then he said, "Sit up."

This is to use the bandage method, not to mention, the dragon is not a professional medical staff, but the wound is quite professional. Han Han is injured in the back, and the wound is not small. If you want to dress up, you can only use a triangle towel.

If it is normal, Han Han will be surprised, but now, she is flustered and nervous, and she still cares so much.

What can you cover with a thin silk apron?

The jade back is full, she recognizes it, but now...

Dragon is not night, are you sure that this is really good?

Han Hao was slow and did not move. There were countless small ninety-nine in his heart. However, the dragon was not serious at night. He prepared gauze and saw Han Han not moving. He asked, "Is it still hurt?"

Han Wei still did not move, did not dare to look at him.

When I saw it, the dragon became more and more distressed at night. He knelt down and his voice was soft. "It hurts, is it?"

At this time, Han Yu only noticed the full distress of the man's eyes. She shook her head quickly. "That can sit up to wrap the wound."

Han Xiaomei looked at him, I really don't know what to do.

Her embarrassed expression is like a dragon, but it is a spoiled.

For the first time, a woman dared to spoil in front of him. It was the first time this woman had spoiled in front of him.

Long Fei’s mouth was a touch of laughter that he didn’t even notice. He showed some helplessness and a little favor, he said, “Hey, I’m holding you up.”

This voice, listening to Han Han's heart is fast.

She clearly did not move, but ... but why suddenly felt that he was not so far away from this man, suddenly close several steps!

Your Highness, are you coming towards me?

For the past six months, even if he is close enough, he has never had this feeling. This is the first time.

Han Hao has some disbelief.

Just when Long Feiye really wanted to pick her up, she only slowed down. She panicked and hurriedly got up. She was dragged to protect her body. Her eyes were so big that she was the boss. A little scared, a bit irritated, and a little blame.

Long is not knowing that she is so embarrassed that she is so embarrassed, is it more embarrassing to sit up?

This guy is so blind, is it stupid, or is it stupid? Or, he is bad!

(End of this chapter)