After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 87
Mo Yunzhao didn't believe his words, so he was always on guard, and wanted to deal a fatal blow to his lifeline at any time.

But then, Ling Jingyu was very quiet.

She sat quietly, only hearing the sound of stirring, and the smell of medicine filling her nose.

Ling Jingyu mixed the medicine, but he was distracted to look at Mo Yunzhao, seeing her on guard, like a little rabbit listening to danger with ears pricked up, very cute.

After mixing the medicine and applying it on the special silk ribbon, he walked to the bed and looked down at her.

"Apply medicine, don't you mind me approaching?"

Mo Yunzhao snorted softly, closed his eyes, put away his hands that could attack at any time, and folded them obediently in front of his abdomen.

"I am a gentleman, so I should ask questions, otherwise I will become a eunuch."

He said with pity: "I don't want Ah Zhao to be a widow."

Mo Yunzhao gritted his teeth: "Ling Jingyu!"

"Don't tease you, let's apply the medicine." Ling Jingyu bent down with a smile, and put the medicine-applied silk ribbon on her eyes, then approached and tied the ribbon.

His approach made Mo Yunzhao forget his embarrassment and froze suddenly.

His hanging hair lightly touched the tip of her nose, and his clothes touched her cheek one by one.

It has a very special medicinal fragrance, and clouds hang around the tip of the nose.

She just felt the light touch of the hair, like a feather, scratching her heart.

And that dress, like a hammer, was beating on her heart.

The special medicinal fragrance that belonged to him made her stiff body relax little by little.

She felt that the fragrance was familiar, and the familiarity made her feel very safe, and even felt a dull pain in her heart.

She sniffed the fragrance of the medicine deeply, and clenched her fist tightly, as if she wanted to grab it.

However, like quicksand, it left through her fingers.

"Don't cry."

The cold fingertips slid across the corner of his eyes, bringing Mo Yunzhao back to his senses.

She turned her head uncomfortably, "It's not crying, it's because the medicine irritated my eyes."

Ling Jingyu hummed softly, "Azhao, did you fall in love with me just now?"

Mo Yunzhao replied calmly, "If your heart doesn't move, you are dead."

Ling Jingyu smiled, then climbed onto the bed, and sat cross-legged across from her, "I will help you press the acupuncture points next to the eyes, your hands are a little cold, please bear with it."

Mo Yunzhao didn't say much.

Since you have decided to treat your eyes, then cooperate.

Moreover, Ling Jingyu is actually quite a gentleman, but he likes to flirt with his lips.

Ling Jingyu was also serious, and first pressed the hands in the ice cicada silk gloves to her temples, gently rubbing them for her.

The coldness really penetrated into the skin and went straight to the bone marrow.

However, soon there was a force that made her forget the biting coldness.

Ling Jingyu's fingertips seemed to have magical powers.

Let Mo Yunzhao feel comfortable, not physically, but mentally, and more relaxed.

When his hand left the temple and came to the eyebrows, he gently caressed along the thin willow eyebrows.

It made her extremely relaxed and at ease, as well as an unprecedented sense of security.

The sun shines through the windows, giving the house a dim light.

On the Luohan bed, they were all dressed in red, sitting cross-legged and facing each other.

She sat quietly, his fingertips stroking her eyebrows.

The time is quiet, even the air is filled with their beauty.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Jingyu caressed her eyebrows infatuatedly, and then reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Today's treatment will be all right, your eyes won't be able to see light for the time being."

The departure of his hand made Mo Yunzhao's heart suddenly empty, and she asked: "How long will it take, okay?"

(End of this chapter)