Poison Doctor Crazy Concubine: Three Princesses with Black Belly

"Oh my god! Chu Wuyou, you are too powerful. I actually really recovered my original body. I don't have to wait for three months. Damn Feng Fei, see if I don't fix him properly when I turn around."

At this time, Changle looked around, reached out and touched her waist and face, and found that she had finally grown bigger, and now her actions were much more convenient.

Large swaths of sweat were dripping from Chu Wuyou's forehead, like water droplets, his face was very pale, and even the row of black eyelashes were wet with sweat, looking very dense.

He resisted the discomfort in his body, put on a natural look, and said with a wicked smile to Changle: "Look at how fat you are, the table is almost flattened by you."

"How dare you say I'm fat, I'm so thin, how can I be fat?" Chang Le shook his head strangely, turned around excitedly, and was about to raise his fists and stare at Chu Wuyou.

But he found that his body was covered with sweat, his complexion was as pale as snowflakes, crystal clear, his long eyelashes were slightly closed and slightly raised, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was in pain, but he was trying his best to bear the pain.

"What's wrong with you? Did you use too much energy, let me see." Chang Le quickly jumped off the table, took out a white handkerchief embroidered with red plums from his sleeve, and gently wiped it on Chu Wuyou's face. Wipe it up.

Chang Le wiped very seriously, the towel got wet all of a sudden, and she also felt a sense of worry in her heart.

Seeing her serious appearance, Chu Wuyou's eyes sparkled with a smile, her heart was not hardened, and she knew how to care about him, so the ten years of life lost by him were worth it.

"Oops, your face is getting paler and paler, are you sick? Let me feel your pulse!" It's okay to be sick for a long time. She quickly took Chu Wuyou's hand and wiped him carefully. Pulse.

In her previous life, while she was studying western medicine, she also studied pulse conditions such as looking, smelling, asking, and feeling in Chinese medicine, and she understood a little.

Seeing Chang Le's worried look, Chu Wuyou had a slight smile in his eyes, but he said very forcefully, "Even if you still have a bit of conscience, your conscience hasn't disappeared yet!"

"Hey! Chu Wuyou, what do you mean? I don't like to hear your words. What do you mean you have a conscience? In your heart, I am a person without a conscience?"

Chang Le snorted coldly, and continued to feel his pulse, while Chu Wuyou suddenly raised his eyes, hugged her in his arms, held her tightly, then took a deep breath, and kissed her lips domineeringly.

He misses her so much.

It's been a long time since he kissed her. He misses her every day and night. Seeing that she has become smaller, he can't kiss her forcefully. Now that she is bigger, he can kiss her at any time.

It seems that the deal of that decade was also quite a bargain.

"Ah Chu Wuyou, you kissed me forcefully again, I'm feeling pulse!" Chang Le was abruptly kissed by Chu Wuyou domineeringly, and when her hand became tense, she tightly held his right wrist.

But Chu Wuyou was not willing to listen, his beautiful phoenix eyes stared at her affectionately, wishing to swallow her into his heart, his kiss was very domineering, their lips and teeth were entangled, lingering in love.

Chu Wuyou kissed all the way, and hugged Chang Le onto the jade couch that had been prepared earlier. He was tall and pressed Chang Le under him in an instant. Chang Le wanted to resist, but his strength was not as good as him, and his figure was not as tall as him. I had to let him be slaughtered.

"Oh! Don't!" Chang Le vaguely wanted to avoid his kiss, but he didn't let her go at all, sucking and biting her red lips domineeringly on her lips.

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