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Chapter 137 The Kiss Between the Foreheads

"Young master! Your hand!"

As soon as Duanmu Yuhan brought Shuiyan into the palace, he saw that Zichan had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw that he was injured, he looked at Duanmu Yuhan in surprise and then at Shuiyanqing indifferently. .

It didn't take much thinking to know that Duanmu Yuhan's injury had something to do with Shui Yanqing.

"Zichan, it's okay. Bring me some medicine."

With a quick glance, Duanmu Yuhan knew the uneasiness and self-blame in Shui Yanqing's eyes, and made an excuse to send Zichan away.

After entering the inner room, Duanmu Yuhan sat on the desk and gently opened his bloody hand.

Shuiyan looked at the long cut opening, feeling guilty in her heart, bowed her head and said softly, "Yuhan...I'm sorry..."

Duanmu Yuhan's sword eyebrows curved like a rainbow, he smiled lightly, pointed to the medicine that Zichan brought beside him, and said softly, "Yan Qing, can you give me a medicine?"

Shui Yanqing raised her head suddenly, and met Duanmu Yuhan's smiling and warm eyes, like a field full of stars in summer, fireflies flying around.

She responded with a bright smile, walked up to him with light steps, squatted down halfway, and stretched out her hand to support Duanmu Yuhan's wrist.

When the skin touched, the coolness at her fingertips grew and spread from his wrist like a root, winding all the way to his left atrium, turning into the warmth that belonged to her alone.

Duanmu Yuhan carefully looked into her eyes from the side, and felt that she at this time was comparable to that graceful posture of Yinggeyanyanwu, but slowly trickling out the care and tenderness that only she had.

She carefully cleaned his wound with a silk cloth dipped in medicinal wine. She was very careful about every inch and strand, especially when she touched the wound, she slowed down and blew gently, then raised the wound. Eye asked: "Does it hurt?"

The feeling in Duanmu Yuhan's hands has long been numb. To him, this little injury can't compare to her tenderness at this moment!
He always locked her eyes deeply when she suddenly raised them, and replied with a deeper smile: "It doesn't hurt."

Medicinal wine mixed with silky lubrication, coordinating with her slow movements, flowing in the palm of his hand became a stream in the mountain stream and forest, slightly itchy, but rippling with countless white waves, in his heart, also It has merged into a river and formed a sea.

Her eyelashes curled up and drooped, she kissed his palm with her lips, and blew it gently to relieve his pain. Suddenly, it blew across the entire vast grassland like a spring breeze, and the greenery rose and fell. When it reached the lake in his heart, it became an ancient Sanskrit sound.

"I'll sprinkle some medicinal powder on you, it may hurt a little bit, just bear with it for a while, it will be fine in a while."

Shui Yanqing raised her head, and looked at Duanmu Yuhan with bright and serious eyes, but met the gentle ripples in his eyes, as if he was nostalgic before the ancient temple and was covered by a golden light. His prosperous beauty and tenderness affectionate.

She felt his waist being held by his big hand, and with a light force, she was close to his chest. When she was panicking, his wet kiss fell on the broken part of her forehead without warning. On the hair, stop, lingering.

The delicate blue and white porcelain small medicine bottle in her hand slipped with her hand, and fell to the ground with a "dang--", knocking out countless beige medicine powders, which dispersed around her feet like mist. hazy.

She knelt on the spot, until his hot and wet lips left her forehead, turned to her ear, and said softly to her: "Yan Qing, I said that I would love you by the lake that day. You are in charge. I mean it. Do you understand?"

　Well. .kissed. .Don't you like a collection?Tickets~~~~I want motivation, I want motivation~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)