Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"That's the chopsticks I used." The ones with saliva on them!

Rourou reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly found that Dongfang Aoshi's palm seemed to be cut by something, and there was a deep wound.

"What is this? When did you get hurt?" For no reason, how could Dongfang Aoshi get hurt?

Gently grabbed his hand to check, and there was a strange premonition in my heart——

In the palm, there were two deep cuts, which should have been cut by a sharp weapon.

Looking at the wound, it seems to be holding a sword with your hand...

sword? !

The gentle chest gave a hard "click"——

Huangfu Hao's usual weapon is the sword!

Could it be... Dongfang Aoshi has already discovered that Huangfu Hao is in the palace, has he gone to look for Huangfu Hao?

The wound on the hand was left after the conflict between the two?

Thinking of this, Gentle's whole body stiffened instantly.

In just a few seconds, countless terrifying images flashed through her mind.

In every scene, Huangfu Hao was killed by Dongfang Aoshi and fell into a pool of blood...

Will not.

Will not.

Will not.

Huangfu Hao's martial arts is so high, he will not be killed easily.

It's a coincidence.

Dongfang Aoshi may have accidentally touched something, which left such a scar.

Wenrou took a deep breath to calm herself down, but her voice was still dry, "Dongfang Aoshi, what happened to your injury?"

Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression didn't change at all, "Second Miss is very concerned about my king's injury?"

"Can't I care?" Gentle pretended to be calm, but her chest was already in a panic.

I'm really worried that something happened to Huangfu Hao.

Dongfang Aoshi hooked his lips, but did not speak.

The more he didn't say anything, the more panicked Gentle would be.

Damn!

Could something really happen to Huangfu Hao, right?

Wen Rou was anxious and uneasy, she really wanted to go to the servant's room to have a look, but she was afraid that nothing would happen, and if she got excited, she would harm Huangfu Hao instead, so she could only endure it.

"The wound is soaked in water, and it's a little swollen, so it needs to be dealt with quickly." Wen Rou said, but her mind was not here at all.

"Second Miss, help me deal with it?" Dongfang Aoshi stared at Wenrou closely, his dark pupils flickering on and off, with some kind of faint light shining.

Rourou was concerned about Huangfu Hao, she didn't notice his scrutiny, she nodded obediently, "Okay."

There is no resistance at all?

Dongfang Aoshi's long eyes narrowed coldly again, doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

"Management."

"Yes, my lord."

The steward came over with the medicine and gauze as quickly as possible, and asked the maid to remove the things on the table.

Dongfang Aoshi pushed things in front of Wenrou, and looked at Wenrou with sharp eyes.

Ruan didn't dare to look at him, for fear of being noticed.

Bow your head, soak the gauze in disinfectant wine, take it out, and carefully clean the wound for Dongfang Aoshi...

The blood in the wound had already solidified, and when I was washing it, I accidentally pulled it, and the wound began to ooze.

Gentle hands trembled a little, "Are you okay? Will it hurt?"

"It's just a small injury." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip nonchalantly.

Gentlely remembered that he used to hold a hot red soldering iron with bare hands, and felt that his worries were really unnecessary.

This man has no pain nerves at all.

"You haven't told me yet, what's the matter with this injury?" Rourou whispered secretly, and turned the topic back.

"It's nothing." Dongfang Aoshi curled his lower lip, still with the same indifferent expression, "It's just meeting an assassin who is not afraid of death." "Those are the chopsticks I used." There is drool on them!

Rourou reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly found that Dongfang Aoshi's palm seemed to be cut by something, and there was a deep wound.

"What is this? When did you get hurt?" For no reason, how could Dongfang Aoshi get hurt?

Gently grabbed his hand to check, and there was a strange premonition in my heart——

In the palm, there were two deep cuts, which should have been cut by a sharp weapon.

Looking at the wound, it seems to be holding a sword with your hand...

sword? !

The gentle chest gave a hard "click"——

Huangfu Hao's usual weapon is the sword!

Could it be... Dongfang Aoshi has already discovered that Huangfu Hao is in the palace, has he gone to look for Huangfu Hao?

The wound on the hand was left after the conflict between the two?

Thinking of this, Gentle's whole body stiffened instantly.

In just a few seconds, countless terrifying images flashed through her mind.

In every scene, Huangfu Hao was killed by Dongfang Aoshi and fell into a pool of blood...

Will not.

Will not.

Will not.

Huangfu Hao's martial arts is so high, he will not be killed easily.

It's a coincidence.

Dongfang Aoshi may have accidentally touched something, which left such a scar.

Wenrou took a deep breath to calm herself down, but her voice was still dry, "Dongfang Aoshi, what happened to your injury?"

Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression didn't change at all, "Second Miss is very concerned about my king's injury?"

"Can't I care?" Gentle pretended to be calm, but her chest was already in a panic.

I'm really worried that something happened to Huangfu Hao.

Dongfang Aoshi hooked his lips, but did not speak.

The more he didn't say anything, the more panicked Gentle would be.

Damn!

Could something really happen to Huangfu Hao, right?

Wen Rou was anxious and uneasy, she really wanted to go to the servant's room to have a look, but she was afraid that nothing would happen, and if she got excited, she would harm Huangfu Hao instead, so she could only endure it.

"The wound is soaked in water, and it's a little swollen, so it needs to be dealt with quickly." Wen Rou said, but her mind was not here at all.

"Second Miss, help me deal with it?" Dongfang Aoshi stared at Wenrou closely, his dark pupils flickering on and off, with some kind of faint light shining.

Rourou was concerned about Huangfu Hao, she didn't notice his scrutiny, she nodded obediently, "Okay."

There is no resistance at all?

Dongfang Aoshi's long eyes narrowed coldly again, doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

"Management."

"Yes, my lord."

The steward came over with the medicine and gauze as quickly as possible, and asked the maid to remove the things on the table.

Dongfang Aoshi pushed things in front of Wenrou, and looked at Wenrou with sharp eyes.

Ruan didn't dare to look at him, for fear of being noticed.

Bow your head, soak the gauze in disinfectant wine, take it out, and carefully clean the wound for Dongfang Aoshi...

The blood in the wound had already solidified, and when I was washing it, I accidentally pulled it, and the wound began to ooze.

Gentle hands trembled a little, "Are you okay? Will it hurt?"

"It's just a small injury." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip nonchalantly.

Gentlely remembered that he used to hold a hot red soldering iron with bare hands, and felt that his worries were really unnecessary.

This man has no pain nerves at all.

"You haven't told me yet, what's the matter with this injury?" Rourou whispered secretly, and turned the topic back.

"It's nothing." Dongfang Aoshi curled his lower lip, still with that indifferent expression, "It's just meeting an assassin who is not afraid of death."