Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“So your mind is green?” Yunting refers to his clothes.

Trees quickly explained: “This is different, this time it's detoxification. You didn't read everything in Wu-Man's novel. After people's hearts and lungs are injured, you need to use strong internal force to drain the blood and residual poison. You should be sick. ”

“So I'm detoxifying you?” Yunting's eyes narrowed into a seam and looked at the trees.

It used to look like gold paper, and now it's red, and it jumps, and it's better to lie on the grass than to go to the hospital? How many surprises does his little wood have to give him?

Of course not, after all, the trees spit out the blood, the whole person lightened, so it was good, along with the arm that had been dragging, okay.

“Mm-hmm, this is the magic of our doorway, you won't learn.” Trees knew that they must have frightened Yunting and nodded quickly and gave themselves an excuse.

As if it were true, both the trees and Professor Hayashi were afraid of her bleeding, so it was particularly difficult to keep the bruised trees under pressure before spitting them out.

“Ah, yes, give me your clothes.” The trees stared like wolves at Yunting's chest.

“Take it off yourself if you want.” The corner of Yunting's lips pulls up a slightly raised curve.

“Oh." The trees didn't think that much. Her heart was blood, baby. She was going to soak the blood out of her clothes.

Unlike blood elsewhere, the blood on the arms and legs of woodland trees is as red as others. It cannot turn green. Only the heart and blood can change color, but the quantity is too small. Woodland trees do not want to take it on weekdays. It hurts people and hurts their energy.

The powder on Yunting's hand is still a little bit of blood left five years ago. It was formulated according to the old Taoist's hemostasis dispersion formula. The whole bottle didn't use a drop of blood.

With so much now, I think I can get a lot of powder. Trees are happy when they think about it, and even the pain of previous injuries is eliminated.

As for the fact that the dust on her clothes was also medicated, it was not considered by the trees, but she did not eat it herself.

Besides, who cares about taking medicines to treat illnesses, eating them clean or alive?

The trees remembered her own blood with all their heart, and had not noticed anything unusual about the clouds.

When the wooden hand falls on the buttons of Yunting's shirt, one by one, his fingers will inevitably touch the skin on his chest.

Cloud Ting's skin is not woody and white, a bit of bronze and a little glossy, obviously a hallmarked masterpiece that combines the power of the human body with perfection.

Nor did the trees notice the slightest flame in Yunting's eyes until she unbuckled his last, fading his clothes for him like a good little daughter-in-law, yelling:

“Move your arm, or how can I take it off? ”

“Okay, let you take it off. ”

He did lift his arms in tandem.

Well, it's a lot more convenient.

The trees were so dragged, full of cloudy shirts, they had fallen into her arms.

Without waiting for the trees to continue to find pots to soak up their clothes, someone had already robbed them.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Wood punched Yunting in the chest with his fists, not to mention his chest and abdomen muscles were tight and the knocking was very elastic. The trees couldn't resist knocking and then knocking twice more.

Her little moves satisfied Cloud Ting, at least she liked his body.

Nahe Yunting doesn't stop at her feet, no matter how the trees make a scene, just take her to the bedroom.