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

Gentleness slowed down.

After a few more laps, all the bandages were removed, and the wound was completely exposed.

However, Gentle was disappointed——

The assassin's arrow just hit the side of Dongfang Aoshi's tattoo.

The surrounding flesh was blurred by scabs and potions so that it was impossible to see exactly what words were tattooed on it.

"..." Wenrou looked at the wound on Dongfang Aoshi's back, feeling like being struck by lightning.

That assassin shot so well...

Judging from Dongfang Aoshi's current wound condition, within ten days and half a month, the wound on his head may not heal.

In other words, for ten days and a half months, she would not even try to see clearly what words were tattooed on Dongfang Aoshi's body.

"Why are you in a daze again?" Rourou was in a daze again and again, Dongfang Aoshi was not happy.

"It hurts a little, bear with it." Wenrou came back to her senses, dipped the cloth in some special wine.

"It's a small injury." Dongfang Aoshi sneered.

Ruan originally wanted to be gentle, but when she saw his attitude of pulling something, she felt a "thump—" in her chest, and an unknown rage rose.

Pour the wine directly onto Dongfang Aoshi's wound.

No accident, Dongfang Aoshi's muscles tensed instantly.

But on his face, there was still no expression at all, completely painless.

If you don't believe it, he won't feel anything at all!

Another half bottle was poured down.

The transparent liquid dripped down the strong back, soaking all the clothes.

Ordinary people would definitely not be able to stand being tortured like this, and would cry out in pain.

But Dongfang is proud of the world, but it is so hard that it makes people speechless.

But how much wine Ruan poured, he just didn't say a word, didn't even wrinkle his brows.

If it weren't for being able to feel the muscles on Dongfang Aoshi's body moving and tensing, Rourou would really think that he is a stone statue.

I couldn't understand Dongfang's arrogant attitude, and wanted to punish him, but he didn't respond at all, and he was completely bitten by a mosquito.

In such a situation, Ruan felt that it was boring, and she had no fighting spirit.

No more fussing, disinfect Dongfang Aoshi's wound, wash it, apply medicine, and re-wrap the bandage.

"The clothes are wet again, I'll ask someone to bring in another one."

Rourou packed up her things, and was about to take the medicine box out and return it to the imperial doctor...

Suddenly, his waist tightened, and Dongfang Aoshi hugged him back to his lap.

"You want to run away if you do something bad?" Dongfang Aoshi smiled half a smile, his handsome face was leaning less than five centimeters away from Wenrou.

Struggling gently, pretending not to understand anything, "When did I mess it up?"

"Take this king's wound as a target of revenge, and vent your anger?"

"... Dongfang Aoshi, don't spew blood! When did I vent my anger on your wound? You must have evidence for what you say!"

"Isn't the sweat on my king's body the best evidence?" Dongfang Aoshi leaned over, pressed his nose against her, and exhaled ambiguously.

"It's none of my business if you sweat yourself?" Rourou refused to admit to her crime just now.

"This king is sweating by himself?" Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows playfully, "Second Miss is just talking about it, this king is fine, why did he start sweating all of a sudden?"

"This... how do I know? Who knows if you are thinking about something messy, and then..."

"What a mess?" Hearing these words, Dongfang Aoshi suddenly smiled, the kind of smile that made people feel horrified.

Gentle and vigilant, every cell in the whole body has entered a state of preparation, "You... what are you going to do again?"