Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 25 Helping him rub his back
Le Yan'er had already felt his momentary stiffness, raised her head and said, "Ye Tingchen, you're hurt, aren't you?"

Watched by her persistent eyes, Ye Tingchen was silent for a moment, and said, "It's just a small injury."

Knowing that he was really injured because of herself, Le Yan'er was a little anxious at the moment: "You didn't go to the hospital, did you? I knew that you would hold on to yourself if you wanted to save face like this. Quickly let me see your injury."

Ye Tingchen's eyes flashed, and he repeated her words in a low voice: "Do you want to see my injury?"

Le Yan'er didn't understand why he asked such a question, didn't she make it clear just now?

Then she realized that his injury was on the back, and if she wanted to see his injury, wouldn't she want him to undress in her room? !

Lonely men and widows, although their sexual orientations are not compatible, it seems that they are not very suitable.

The words were out of her mouth, but Le Yan'er regretted it, and pulled out an unnatural smile: "Actually, I don't really want to see it. I'll call Steward Shen in and let Steward Shen take a look..."

Before Le Yan'er finished speaking, Ye Tingchen had already raised his hand and started to unbutton his shirt, and those black jade-like phoenix eyes were staring at her momentarily.

The second part of the neckline is untied, revealing the delicate collarbone...

The third lesson of the neckline is unbuttoned, revealing the looming pectoral muscles...

Except for that absurd night, Le Yan'er had never looked at Ye Tingchen's body when she was awake, but now she saw that face that was comparable to an A-list star looking at her intently, and her hands were making seductive movements again, She didn't know where to put her eyes.

The cloth rustled, and after a moment, a white shirt was thrown beside the bed.

Ye Tingchen looked at the woman in front of her who was about to put her head under the quilt with a little amusement, and said, "Don't you want to see it?"

Forget it, he didn't really want to see his body, he was injured to save her, it would be unreasonable for her to ignore him.

Le Yan'er persuaded herself in her heart first, and mustered up the courage to raise her head.

The man in front of her was bare-chested, looking down at her with his arms folded. Under his arms were well-defined abdominal muscles, which were as perfect as sculpted.

I didn't expect him to be so skinny and handsome.

Le Yan'er coughed and said, "Turn around, you didn't get hurt in the front."

Ye Tingchen was surprisingly obedient, and sat down on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

After seeing his back clearly, the smile on Le Yan'er's face suddenly disappeared, and she lost all playful mood in an instant.

Wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect inverted triangle body, the best model figure, clean skin, full of male hormone power, but at this moment, half of the back is covered with bruises, which is shocking.

Such a serious injury was all to save her.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for so long, Ye Tingchen asked, "Why?"

Le Yan'er bit her lip and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Tingchen was taken aback, was she feeling sorry for him?
A warm feeling suddenly flooded into the bottom of my heart that had been frozen for many years.

His tone was rare and gentle, and he said, "It doesn't hurt. When I was practicing fencing and equestrianism in England, I suffered a much more serious injury than this."

Fencing and equestrianism are etiquettes of nobles, and it is impossible not to learn them, and no one has ever cared about the serious injuries he has suffered.

He must become an omnipotent and flawless family heir, strong enough to inherit the glory of the entire family, and strong enough to make everyone forget that he is just an ordinary person.

Le Yan'er didn't feel much better when she heard the words, but she didn't want to reveal her emotions, so she pretended to be relaxed and said, "I bought some medicinal wine for you today, and the pharmacist said that rubbing the blood will be fine, I'll call Manager Shen to come in Bar."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to go out to call for Butler Shen.

But just halfway through the action, the arm was pulled.

Facing Le Yan'er's blank eyes, Ye Tingchen's deep eyes flashed an unusual light, and his voice was low and dark: "You rub it for me."

Le Yan'er almost suspected that she had heard wrong.

Ye Tingchen didn't hurt his brain, did he?At night, a lonely man and a widow, he took off all his clothes, and asked her to rub his back? !

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a small fresh script!

Le Yan'er stammered, "Well, let Butler Shen come over, I, I, I have no experience... I can't knead well,"

Ye Tingchen's voice became cold: "Butler Shen is old, and he can't even serve tea steadily."

Shen Butler, who was doing sit-ups in the room, sneezed for some reason.

"Then...then I'll call Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Chen..."

Ye Tingchen turned his head sideways, his black eyes were cold: "You let other women touch my body?"

It was only then that Le Yan'er remembered that this young master still had the problem of not liking being touched by women.

But Ye Tingchen is happy, there are few servants in the villa, the servants, gardener and driver all live in the villa, now there is nothing to push.

Seeing that she was silent, Ye Tingchen's aura sank, he stood up, and said lightly: "It's not a serious injury in the first place, it will heal without applying medicine, forget it if you don't want to, and take a good rest. "

As he said that, he bent down to pick up the shirt on the ground, but his waist became visibly stiff the moment he lowered it.

Le Yan'er couldn't bear it, so she said, "I'll rub it for you!"

He doesn't like women anyway, so what is she afraid of!
Of course she couldn't see that there was a smile on the man's face hidden in the darkness.

Le Yan'er jumped out of bed to get the medicinal wine, looked carefully at the instruction manual under the light, and said, "Here, this one is for removing blood stasis, and this one is for promoting blood circulation."

Ye Tingchen gave a absent-minded "hmm".

Le Yan'er slowly opened the package, poured some medicinal wine into her hands, and didn't know what to do, so she rubbed her hands on his back indiscriminately.

After rubbing it twice, she felt that her hand was not light or heavy, so she asked a little guilty: "Does it hurt?"

Ye Tingchen's voice didn't change: "It doesn't hurt."

Seeing the horrific injury, Le Yan'er eased her hand movements, remembering that the pharmacist had told her to feel for any misalignment of the spine, and slowly moved her little hand down the spine.

Ye Tingchen felt a fire burning from the bottom to the top of the soft and boneless little hand as soft as a feather.

Before he could reach his waist, he was grabbed by someone.

Ye Tingchen's voice was very low: "What are you doing?"

Le Yan'er actually had the feeling of being caught as a thief: "I... the pharmacist asked me to feel if there is any misalignment of the spine. You fell so badly..." As she spoke, her voice dropped.

Ye Tingchen turned his head and looked into her eyes: "Then, is there any?"

His eyes are deep, like an extremely deep pool, with a fatal attraction.

The taste of medicinal wine was bitter and astringent, spreading between the two, Le Yan'er actually felt that there was some ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them.

Feeling the scorching power in his hand, Le Yan'er was startled, she must be crazy, what kind of flirting with a gay!
He doesn't like women at all!

Le Yan'er withdrew her hand, deliberately raised her voice to cover up her emotions, and said, "No, your spine is in great shape."

(End of this chapter)