Gritting his teeth, he held back in time.

Gentle picked up all the wet cloth.

The wound was exposed, red and swollen with blisters.

The wound that had finally scabbed was oozing blood.

It looks like a sign of inflammation.

Gently frowned, quickly disinfected and cleaned, reapplied the medicine, and bandaged it.

Thinking in his heart, the imperial doctor will come over later and prescribe some medicine for Dongfang Aoshi.

in thought.

Dongfang Aoshi has already sat up.

"Clothes." A deep voice rang in my ears.

Wen Rou suddenly came back to his senses, without thinking too much, he put on the clothes for him.

Put on the clothes, turn around gently to pack things...

Dongfang Aoshi reached out and grabbed her chin.

Like looking at exhibits, turning over and over again, I don't know what I'm looking at.

"What are you doing? Let go." Wen Rou frowned and went to break his hand.

Helpless, his strength was not as strong as Dongfang Aoshi's, and he was examined carefully from head to toe.

"Apart from the forehead, where else is it hurt?" In the quiet space, Dongfang Aoshi's deep and indifferent voice swayed around.

"None of your business!" Gentle snorted coldly.

The culprit who likes to torture people the most, actually started to care about her injury?

It is definitely a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken, no good intentions!

Gentle and cold smile, trying to wave Dongfang Aoshi's hand away.

Dongfang Aoshi's hands were tightly bound like pliers, without any reaction.

Rourou was furious, but there was nothing he could do about him except to stare.

Dongfang Aoshi checked for a while before letting go.

"Scissors." Shen ordered.

"What do you want to do?" Gentle looked at him vigilantly, hiding the scissors tightly.

"Take off your clothes or give me the scissors, it's your choice."

"..."

"This king's patience is limited." Dongfang Aoshi tried his best to endure, and his expression was already impatient.

Gritting her teeth, Ruan Rou handed over the scissors with the feeling of stabbing him.

Dongfang Aoshi cut off the gauze on her forehead, carefully inspected the wound——

A small hole was punched hard on Gentle's forehead. Although the wound was not big, it was deep.

The wound is so deep, it will definitely leave a scar.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyes sharpened, his face darkened instantly, Xingshi asked, "Are you wood or stone, don't you know how to flash?"

Gentle raised her eyes, gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to argue, so as not to quarrel again.

The gentle movement was sudden, no one expected——

In that case, who can get out of the way completely?

It was lucky not to be hit in the eye.

"Speak!" His jaw was pinched again.

"Are you annoyed?" Gentle was impatient.

To be smashed like this, but unable to fight back, gentle heart, is already embarrassing enough.

Not to mention, there is another thing that is thousands of times more serious than this injury, which is suppressed in the chest.

Wen Wen's mood was already irritable, to the extreme.

Dongfang Aoshi still keeps asking questions...

Really want to, take tape to seal his mouth.

"I need this king to remind the second lady, what did you sign not long ago?" Dongfang Aoshi leaned over, his eyes sharp like a knife.

Looking at it gently, there is no fear at all, except for irritability, it is still irritability.

I didn't even bother to tell him about the birth contract.

"Let go!"

Dongfang remained unmoved and warned, "Since the second lady has signed the contract, she belongs to this king. Before you give birth to a child, you'd better protect everything on yourself. Only this king can protect your own people." Destruction. Anyone else, has no power."

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