Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Gently clenched the bottle, and poured the wine directly on Dongfang Aoshi's bloody wound.

Dongfang Aoshi's muscles twitched reflexively, but there was no expression on his face, as if he had no pain nerves.

Thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He didn't say a word, thinking he wouldn't be in pain!

It still hurts.

It seems that this man is psychopathic, but his body is no different from ordinary people.

Wen Rou snorted coldly in her heart, and deliberately slowed down.

Little by little, slowly falling backwards, lengthening this stinging torture...

In my heart, there is a pleasure of revenge.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't say a word, and let him be handled gently.

Dongfang Aoshi's wound is not big, and it is enough to disinfect it with a bottle of wine.

Wen Rou deliberately tortured him, after pouring one bottle, she brought another bottle over and continued to pour it on him.

Dongfang Aoshi still didn't say a word, he stared straight at Wenrou, his eyes see through everything.

This pervert, could it be——

Did you find out she did it on purpose?

With a trembling of Wen Rou's hand, the whole bottle fell, and all the wine in it came out and poured on Dongfang Aoshi's chest.

Gently wipe with a cloth.

The force was too heavy, and Dongfang Aoshi's flesh was pulled.

"Uh..." Finally, Dongfang Aoshi couldn't help it, and snorted.

Hearing Dongfang Aoshi's painful groan, a kind of strange pleasure actually occurred in his gentle heart, and he was elated and relieved.

Could it be... After staying in the palace for a while, was she influenced by Dongfang Aoshi?

After such a bloody scene, she actually felt comfortable in her chest...

"Be patient, the burnt flesh must be disposed of, or the wound will become inflamed." As if he had found an outlet to vent, the cloth in his gentle hand wiped Dongfang Aoshi's wound fiercely.

Dongfang Aoshi's whole body trembled, cold sweat leaked out, and his skin shone brightly under the light.

He still didn't say a word, and dealt with it gently.

Wenrou suppressed the anger for so long, and found an outlet to vent it all at once.

With an almost morbid mood, he deliberately increased his strength.

In short, how come the pain.

After the chest injury was treated, Dongfang Aoshi was already covered in sweat.

Gentle but still unsatisfied, "There is also a wound on the neck, which needs to be disinfected."

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him, but said nothing.

Wenrou brought another bottle of wine over and poured it on him.

In my heart, I still want to see Dongfang Aoshi's painful and distorted expression.

It's a pity that Dongfang Aoshi's neck injury is not serious, it's just scratched a little, and it can't achieve the effect of treating those injuries on his chest.

Gentle was a little disappointed.

However, when dealing with the chest just now, it was enough for Dongfang Aoshi to bear.

Thinking about it this way, Gentle's breath became a little smoother.

Wipe off the excess wine, apply the medicine, and wrap up Dongfang Aoshi's wound with a clean white cloth.

Dongfang Aoshi sat there, looking tenderly, his black eyes were deep, like two black holes that could suck people in.

With gentle hands trembling slightly, she tried her best to avoid Dongfang Aoshi's eyes, not to look at him.

However, the two scorching gazes still made her restless, like a needle on her back.

She quickly wrapped the white cloth and tied it in a knot.

"All right."

Said gently, turned around quickly, ready to get out of bed...

Shoulders are held down.

In the next second, the body was forcefully pulled over.

Dongfang Aoshi pinched Wen Wen's jaw, forcing her to raise her head and look at herself.

The cold pupils suppressed a certain hot emotion, naked...naked and straightforward.Gently clenched the bottle, and poured the wine directly on Dongfang Aoshi's bloody wound.

Dongfang Aoshi's muscles twitched reflexively, but there was no expression on his face, as if he had no pain nerves.

Thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He didn't say a word, thinking he wouldn't be in pain!

It still hurts.

It seems that this man is psychopathic, but his body is no different from ordinary people.

Wen Rou snorted coldly in her heart, and deliberately slowed down.

Little by little, slowly falling backwards, lengthening this stinging torture...

In my heart, there is a pleasure of revenge.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't say a word, and let him be handled gently.

Dongfang Aoshi's wound is not big, and it is enough to disinfect it with a bottle of wine.

Wen Rou deliberately tortured him, after pouring one bottle, she brought another bottle over and continued to pour it on him.

Dongfang Aoshi still didn't say a word, he stared straight at Wenrou, his eyes see through everything.

This pervert, could it be——

Did you find out she did it on purpose?

With a trembling of Wen Rou's hand, the whole bottle fell, and all the wine in it came out and poured on Dongfang Aoshi's chest.

Gently wipe with a cloth.

The force was too heavy, and Dongfang Aoshi's flesh was pulled.

"Uh..." Finally, Dongfang Aoshi couldn't help it, and snorted.

Hearing Dongfang Aoshi's painful groan, a kind of strange pleasure actually occurred in his gentle heart, and he was elated and relieved.

Could it be... After staying in the palace for a while, was she influenced by Dongfang Aoshi?

After such a bloody scene, she actually felt comfortable in her chest...

"Be patient, the burnt flesh must be disposed of, or the wound will become inflamed." As if he had found an outlet to vent, the cloth in his gentle hand wiped Dongfang Aoshi's wound fiercely.

Dongfang Aoshi's whole body trembled, cold sweat leaked out, and his skin shone brightly under the light.

He still didn't say a word, and dealt with it gently.

Wenrou suppressed the anger for so long, and found an outlet to vent it all at once.

With an almost morbid mood, he deliberately increased his strength.

In short, how come the pain.

After the chest injury was treated, Dongfang Aoshi was already covered in sweat.

Gentle but still unsatisfied, "There is also a wound on the neck, which needs to be disinfected."

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him, but said nothing.

Wenrou brought another bottle of wine over and poured it on him.

In my heart, I still want to see Dongfang Aoshi's painful and distorted expression.

It's a pity that Dongfang Aoshi's neck injury is not serious, it's just scratched a little, and it can't achieve the effect of treating those injuries on his chest.

Gentle was a little disappointed.

However, when dealing with the chest just now, it was enough for Dongfang Aoshi to bear.

Thinking about it this way, Gentle's breath became a little smoother.

Wipe off the excess wine, apply the medicine, and wrap up Dongfang Aoshi's wound with a clean white cloth.

Dongfang Aoshi sat there, looking tenderly, his black eyes were deep, like two black holes that could suck people in.

With gentle hands trembling slightly, she tried her best to avoid Dongfang Aoshi's eyes, not to look at him.

However, the two scorching gazes still made her restless, like a needle on her back.

She quickly wrapped the white cloth and tied it in a knot.

"All right."

Said gently, turned around quickly, ready to get out of bed...

Shoulders are held down.

In the next second, the body was forcefully pulled over.

Dongfang Aoshi pinched Wen Wen's jaw, forcing her to raise her head and look at herself.

The cold pupils suppressed a certain hot emotion, naked...naked and straightforward.