Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Vent all the anger on Dongfang Aoshi.

No matter how painful it is for the imperial doctor to clean the wound, the gentleness is as severe as the bite.

However, Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have no pain nerves, and had no reaction to gentle actions at all.

Time is passing by bit by bit.

Half an hour later, the imperial doctor finally finished treating the wound and applied medicine to bandage it.

Wen Rou's whole body collapsed, and his whole body was dripping with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

Paralyzed in Dongfang Aoshi's arms, unable to move at all.

The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and prescribed a prescription to the maids, who were asked to decoct the medicine.

After the confession, he came back to Dongfang Aoshi, "My lord, please take off your clothes, and this subordinate will treat your wound."

"Stuff left."

The imperial doctor was taken aback, and immediately understood that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to treat the wound by himself, "My lord, your wound is on the throat, or is it a subordinate..."

Dongfang Aoshi kicked over, and the imperial doctor fell on his back.

"roll!"

"Yes." The imperial doctor scrambled and escaped.

The maids were trembling.

Dongfang Aoshi gave another sharp look.

The maids also retreated in cold sweat.

He watched tenderly and feebly, not knowing what kind of nerves this pervert was going on.

Dongfang Aoshi kicked the quilt to the corner of the bed.

The medicine box was brought over and placed heavily on the bed....

"Kang Dang Bang Dang..." The bottles and jars collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

stunned...

In his hand, he was dragged to stuff a bottle of disinfectant wine.

Sitting tenderly and dumbly, for a while, she couldn't react, what does Dongfang Aoshi mean by this.

"hiss--"

Dongfang Aoshi tore his clothes in half, revealing his strong chest.

Rourou saw that on his left chest, there were two marks scorched by the branding iron, bloody and bloody, shocking.

Trembling violently, the bottle almost slipped when she let go of her hand...

Dongfang Aoshi held her hand and stopped her.

"Deal with it." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was cold.

"..." Gentle and confused, for a moment, she couldn't understand what he meant.

"This king doesn't want to say it a third time, deal with it!" Dongfang Aoshi's forehead was throbbing with veins.

"...you...you lie down..." Gentle reflexively said.

Dongfang Aoshi squinted his eyes, and lay directly on the gentle lap.

"I'm telling you to lie on the bed..." Rourou wanted to push him, one hand was injured, and the other hand was holding the bottle, there was no way.

Can only move back.

Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank, and his cold eyes shot over, "Take another step back, and this king will immediately ask someone to kill that servant!"

Gentle and stiff.

The gentle obedience did not appease Dongfang Aoshi's anger.

Instead, his face became even uglier——

"Hurry up! My patience is limited."

For a servant!

Thinking of this, Dongfang Aoshi's eyes are as sharp as a blade, wishing to give Ling Chi his tenderness.

Of course Wenrou couldn't know what Dongfang Aoshi was thinking, she just thought he was a pervert.

Totally perverted.

Taking a deep breath, he gently opened the bottle.

The strong smell of wine rushed towards me, Wen Rou couldn't bear the pungent smell, and frowned.

Rourou is going to pour the wine directly on Dongfang Aoshi.

At first glance, he was lying directly on his lap without any cushions. Not only would his clothes get wet, but the bed would also be dirty, wasting such a good bed sheet for nothing...

Wenrou hesitated for a while, thinking whether to take something to cover it.

After thinking about it, Dongfang Aoshi has plenty of money anyway, so he still cares about the sheets?Vent all the anger on Dongfang Aoshi.

No matter how painful it is for the imperial doctor to clean the wound, the gentleness is as severe as the bite.

However, Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have no pain nerves, and had no reaction to gentle actions at all.

Time is passing by bit by bit.

Half an hour later, the imperial doctor finally finished treating the wound and applied medicine to bandage it.

Wen Rou's whole body collapsed, and his whole body was dripping with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

Paralyzed in Dongfang Aoshi's arms, unable to move at all.

The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and prescribed a prescription to the maids, who were asked to decoct the medicine.

After the confession, he came back to Dongfang Aoshi, "My lord, please take off your clothes, and this subordinate will treat your wound."

"Stuff left."

The imperial doctor was taken aback, and immediately understood that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to treat the wound by himself, "My lord, your wound is on the throat, or is it a subordinate..."

Dongfang Aoshi kicked over, and the imperial doctor fell on his back.

"roll!"

"Yes." The imperial doctor scrambled and escaped.

The maids were trembling.

Dongfang Aoshi gave another sharp look.

The maids also retreated in cold sweat.

He watched tenderly and feebly, not knowing what kind of nerves this pervert was going on.

Dongfang Aoshi kicked the quilt to the corner of the bed.

The medicine box was brought over and placed heavily on the bed....

"Kang Dang Bang Dang..." The bottles and jars collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

stunned...

In his hand, he was dragged to stuff a bottle of disinfectant wine.

Sitting tenderly and dumbly, for a while, she couldn't react, what does Dongfang Aoshi mean by this.

"hiss--"

Dongfang Aoshi tore his clothes in half, revealing his strong chest.

Rourou saw that on his left chest, there were two marks scorched by the branding iron, bloody and bloody, shocking.

Trembling violently, the bottle almost slipped when she let go of her hand...

Dongfang Aoshi held her hand and stopped her.

"Deal with it." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was cold.

"..." Gentle and confused, for a moment, she couldn't understand what he meant.

"This king doesn't want to say it a third time, deal with it!" Dongfang Aoshi's forehead was throbbing with veins.

"...you...you lie down..." Gentle reflexively said.

Dongfang Aoshi squinted his eyes, and lay directly on the gentle lap.

"I'm telling you to lie on the bed..." Rourou wanted to push him, one hand was injured, and the other hand was holding the bottle, there was no way.

Can only move back.

Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank, and his cold eyes shot over, "Take another step back, and this king will immediately ask someone to kill that servant!"

Gentle and stiff.

The gentle obedience did not appease Dongfang Aoshi's anger.

Instead, his face became even uglier——

"Hurry up! My patience is limited."

For a servant!

Thinking of this, Dongfang Aoshi's eyes are as sharp as a blade, wishing to give Ling Chi his tenderness.

Of course Wenrou couldn't know what Dongfang Aoshi was thinking, she just thought he was a pervert.

Totally perverted.

Taking a deep breath, he gently opened the bottle.

The strong smell of wine rushed towards me, Wen Rou couldn't bear the pungent smell, and frowned.

Rourou is going to pour the wine directly on Dongfang Aoshi.

At first glance, he was lying directly on his lap without any cushions. Not only would his clothes get wet, but the bed would also be dirty, wasting such a good bed sheet for nothing...

Wenrou hesitated for a while, thinking whether to take something to cover it.

After thinking about it, Dongfang Aoshi has plenty of money anyway, so he still cares about the sheets?