Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

Heaving a sigh of relief, Feng Qingyue sat down on the ground with no image, raised her head to look at Jun Suixin, a little curious, "How did you know I was looking for this?"

"There are not many things that can excite you." Jun Suixin rolled up a strand of hair that was messed up when she was rummaging through it, and looked at her quietly.Following her appearance, she sat lazily on the ground, not as imageless as Feng Qingyue, but still elegant.

Feng Qingyue was just shocked by his intimate behavior, and didn't think carefully about the meaning of his words.It seems, not annoying.Shaking his head, he put this feeling behind him, saw Jun Suixin sitting on the ground like an old man, and suddenly became angry, "Jun Suixin, stand up for me!"

"Huh?" Seeing this suddenly angry person, Jun Suixin turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"You're a patient, it's cold on the ground." Feng Qingyue frowned, looking at this pale face with similar clothes, she suddenly remembered that this was her own patient.Although, because this patient is too strong, I often forget about this patient. [

Hearing Feng Qingyue's words, Jun Suixin pursed his lips and smiled, it was as beautiful as a ray of intoxicating spring breeze, blowing to the bottom of Feng Qingyue's heart, and he heard two words resolutely uttered from those pale lips, "I No!"

"Hey, don't make trouble!" Feng Qingyue patted Jun Suixin's head skillfully, and brushed Jun Suixin's long hair, just like coaxing the little black cat Lan Qi, and pulled down Jun Suixin's hair in a playful way. bring.

"Don't..." Jun Suixin wanted to stop it, but it was too late, helplessly watching Feng Qingyue's hand fall, and with the scattered black hair, a faint red glow was dyed behind her ears, perfectly hiding her In long hair.

"What is this?" Jun Suixin's bangs were messed up, and a little cinnabar on his forehead came into view.It added a touch of color to this white porcelain face.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes flickered slightly, her hair was disheveled, her blue hair was like a waterfall, with a helpless smile on her lips, she sat lazily on the ground, her white clothes were extraordinary and refined, exuding an inborn nobility, Even though it was right in front of my eyes, there was a dangerous feeling all over my body that made people dare not approach easily.

Looking at the person in front of her, reaching out to touch the enchanting cinnabar, Feng Qingyue suddenly remembered the words that Jun Suixin insisted on that night, "I am prettier than him."

He is really more beautiful than Qingyan, Jun Suixin was originally just beautiful and simple, that kind of simple to the extreme otherworldly fireworks.When the cinnabar was exposed, it added a touch of enchantment, but the temperament was still faintly elegant, and the contradictions and conflicts were even more attractive.

"Natural. Cough." Narrating softly, the voice seemed to carry a little dissatisfaction with the cinnabar, and wanted to continue to say something, and a streak of blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth again, complementing the cinnabar on the forehead , forming a poignant picture.

"Why are you vomiting blood again?" Smelling the faint fragrance of tea, Feng Qingyue found that Jun Suixin was ill again, but her hand was still touching the cinnabar, and she was reluctant to put it down.

"It's okay." Let Feng Qingyue describe the cinnabar on his forehead, with a smile on his mouth, and slowly narrate, but did not tell her that this is the most vulnerable and softest part of his body.

"Have you taken your medicine on time?" Feeling Jun Suixin's pulse, Feng Qingyue's expression was as serious as that of the 80-[-]-year-old Chinese doctor.

"bitter."