The Lady Falls from the Sky: The Enchanting Husband Is Addicted

Chapter 118 Do You Think Your Man Is Handsome?
"I'm really fine, I just hurt my hand!"

Tong Shiying quickly took out her hands, the palms were bandaged by herself, it was thick and not beautiful at all.

Feng Feicheng stared fixedly at her hands, slender and fair, with well-defined joints, but the wrapping cloth seriously damaged the beauty.

He held her fingers, froze for a moment, then decisively opened them, and soon revealed two long openings in the palm, the flesh rolled up, and blood dripped out.

"hiss…"

Tong Shiying bit her lips tightly in pain, her face turned slightly pale.

"It's not serious, do you have no brains, woman?"

Although he was scolding her, he quickly took out a delicate small bottle from his chest, opened it, and sprayed some white powder on the wound, and the blood that flowed out was instantly solidified, stopping completely Stop the blood.

His movements were unprecedentedly gentle.

Tong Shiying stared at him blankly, not knowing whether it was the effect of the medicine or something else, the wound was so cold that it didn't hurt at all.

"Why, do you think your man is handsome?"

Feng Feicheng kept his hands on and bandaged her again, an imperceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

Children's poems are embarrassing.

What and what, it's not her man.

shameless!
After Feng Feicheng finished bandaging, he raised his head to look at her, and told her very seriously: "Your hands should not get wet these few days, otherwise don't cry when you get scars in the future."

"Oh!"

Tong Shiying nodded obediently.

She retracted her hand, well, it was indeed much better looking than her bandaged one.

"Where are your gloves?" Feng Feicheng asked suddenly.

"The weather is too hot recently, so I didn't wear it."

Tong Shiying waved her hands and lay down listlessly on the bed: "So tired, so sleepy, sleep, sleep!"

Feng Feicheng stared straight at her, not intending to leave at all.

She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, waiting left and right, but she couldn't hear Feng Feicheng's departure.

That scorching gaze made her feel hot even through the quilt.

Finally, I couldn't pretend anymore.

Tong Shiying narrowed her eyes, sighed faintly, then turned over and turned sideways.

Suddenly, her body froze, and the numbness spread from her cheeks to her whole body.

Feng Feicheng's slender fingers gently caressed her face, her side face was beautiful, there was a touch of elegance between her eyebrows, her skin was fine, fair and supple, smooth to the touch, very tactile.

Tong Shiying felt that the place on her face that he touched seemed to be burning, she closed her eyes tightly, and her whole body tensed up.

What is he trying to do?

"Can't sleep?"

Feng Feicheng's low voice is especially magnetic at night, full of bewitching and alluring.

After a moment of silence, Tong Shiying uttered a syllable from her nose, very softly, as if it came from a dream, revealing a trace of snoring.

"Ah."

She was speechless for a while, she just sat here, she moved her hands and feet, touched here, pinched where...

She can sleep like a ghost.

"Are you hungry?"

Feng Feicheng asked again.

Hearing this, Tong Shiying suddenly opened her eyes, was stunned for a while, then sat up suddenly, and said belatedly: "Yes...a little bit."

She doesn't seem to have lunch today?

It's nothing to say, but as soon as I said it, I suddenly felt that I was already hungry.

A smile flashed across Feng Feicheng's eyes, the corners of his lips slanted evilly, and there was a hint of doting in his eyes.

"Get up and take you to dinner."

(End of this chapter)