Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Yanbeicheng is still the same as in previous days, grinning with painful teeth, complaining of discontent, "This king is doing this for you, you women have done so much, really, cough, the most poisonous woman heart. ”

As he said, he couldn't help but cough over his lips and his face was slightly pale.

The stranger had no discoloration in his eyes. Instead, he hurried to lift his hand and pat him gently on the chest. He wanted to help him feel comfortable. He put his palm in his chest and stood still.

She, how could she care so much about someone, maybe it was because he saved her that she subconsciously did that?

The heart is completely confused, but the lip corner of Yanbeicheng has not been slightly checked. “This is how the king is wounded. The princess still wants to be light with the king. It seems that this king has‘ wronged ’you in the past. ”

The stranger's bright, white ear had no origins. He sucked his hand back. "What are you talking about? Besides, it's not good for your internal injuries. Sit quietly. I'll heal your injuries. ”

In the talking room, I was about to twist the ointment and continue to apply it, but my eyes suddenly glanced at the back of Yanbeicheng before I could retrieve it. There was a bright red burn. At first glance, I knew it had just been received today, and it was not time to wrap it up.

She relaxed the motion directly, his hand pulled over, her eyes looked carefully, Willow brow slightly stirred up, her eyes crossed a few unknown complications, her lips tight, not knowing what to say.

She silently retrieved a vial of ointment and carefully pulled it up and rubbed it on his back.

He had suffered so many injuries for her, but never said, in fact... his invisibility was strong, the weekdays were nothing but disguise.

In the eyes of Yanbeicheng, you can only see the long, well-rooted eyelashes of strangers. From time to time, they tremble twice. They rub gently across the heart like feathers. They itch slightly, but they can't let go.

When the flower on the stranger took the gauze layer and wrapped his palm around him, he couldn't help but tick his lip corner and tweeted: “I never knew you had such a tender side before. Is it heartbreaking? ”

The stranger listened to the flowers and deliberately tightened the gauze. After looking at Yan Beicheng's painful grinning teeth, he felt quite comfortable. He raised his lips slightly. “Of course, 'heartache’. I just don't know. Can you enjoy this? ”

“Like… Of course I do.” Yanbeicheng endured the pain and squeezed a few smiles from between his teeth.

The stranger felt his eyebrows beat, he held on to the urge to work hard, wrapped the gauze around his hand, and then went to continue to wrap the wound on his shoulder, so that he looked at him positively.

“I want to ask you, why would you do anything to save me? ”

During the conversation, she cut a few unnoticed tones of tension in her eyes and pinched her cuffs slightly with her fingers.

Yanbeicheng did not answer immediately, but lifted his hand and touched his glorious chin, thinking half a dozen times. “Probably because this king may like you more, and doesn't want to lose a widow in the early years. Otherwise, what do you think could be the reason? Hmm?”

His eyes were as clear as a moonlight, slightly clustered with a slightly obscure colour, perhaps even unclear to himself, what kind of mood he had in mind to say such a thing.