Contract New Love: Wang Ye's No. 2 favorite concubine

Helpless, Dongfang Aoshi's hands were like pliers, pulling fiercely, unable to move.

The imperial doctor poured a large amount of wine on the tender wound to disinfect it.

His face was snow-white, sweating profusely, every movement was very careful, for fear that if any movement was not done well, Dongfang Aoshi's displeasure would be aroused.

Teeth chattering from the tender pain.

Sweat poured down his forehead, and his clothes were soaked in large areas.

Dongfang Aoshi remained as still as a mountain, clasping her hand without even blinking his eyes.

"Put..." Gentle and trembling words.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the imperial doctor poured another bottle of wine onto his arm!

This time, the imperial doctor took a cloth and began to wipe the tender wound!

Damn!

It really hurts!

The flesh being pulled, it was even more unacceptable than Ling Chi!

Wenrou couldn't bear it any longer, and bit Dongfang Aoshi's arm, the nails sank deep into his flesh!

Dongfang Aoshi didn't even frown, and continued to hold his gentle arm, letting the imperial doctor wash and stitch.

The gleaming needle, carrying the gut, shuttles back and forth in the flesh...

The tenderness hurts like hell, but I can't break free——

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.

In astonishment......

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.