Master, he is always wrong

Chapter 94

"Yiyi, looking at your face, the uncle seems to be a little swollen. Could it be that the uncle beat you up with wine yesterday? The uncle brought you ointment, opened the door, and gave you the medicine. It doesn't matter if you don't open it, just break in It's a little too reserved."

Luo Yi: "Master Uncle, you think too much, my face is fine, you can go back."

"But I smell it, huh? Why does it smell like blood? Yiyi, did you come early for your menstruation? I remember. Hey, don't get excited." Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled by Luo Yi, who became angry from embarrassment went in.

The tips of the ears are red.

How does he know when his period will come!
"Uncle, you."

Just as he turned around, before he could start talking, a man with a solemn face grabbed his wrist, frowning so much that he could almost pinch a fly to death.

The tone was a bit cooler than before.

"What's going on? You even hurt your hand when you compared swords with anyone!"

This sudden nervousness and distress made her feel a little overwhelmed. She wanted to withdraw her hand subconsciously, but the man in front of her grabbed her wrist even harder, obviously not letting her back down.

A pair of deep eyes stared at her like ink, and the streamer in Danfeng's eyes was as sharp as the edge of a sword.

"Brother?"

Although it was a question, just looking at her dodging eyes was enough to be sure.

Mo Yuzhi's heart felt like a knife was piercing for a while, and his throat felt astringent.

Why does he want to take good care of the person he holds in his hand, so it becomes so unworthy of cherishing in others?
Seeing that his expression was different, Luo Yi took the opportunity to withdraw her hands, and pretended to be relaxed and indifferent to comfort him, "Actually, Master is also doing it for my own good. A small injury like a sword practitioner is not a big deal. On the contrary, it can hone the will.”

"Then are you determined now?" The bull's head was wrong, and Luo Yi didn't know how to answer.

But looking at the pair of dark eyes in front of her, she couldn't say anything perfunctory, so she thought about it seriously, and then nodded.

"It should be quite firm."

It was a pertinent answer, she thought in her heart, but Mo Yuzhi raised her wrist, rolled up her sleeves, and bit her white and slender arm.

"It hurts, it hurts, uncle, please let go."

Mo Yu insisted on not listening until he was satisfied with the bite, then looked at the bloodshot bite mark, licked the wetness in the tooth mark, pursed his red lips, and raised his eyes to meet the exasperated gaze , with a treacherous and charming smile on his face.

"Look, it's firm, but it hurts."

Luo Yi almost got angry again, and finally took a deep breath to bear it, but when he heard this sentence again, he immediately spit out the congestion in his chest angrily, and fainted in the embrace of the person in front of him who had been prepared for it.

Fingertips resting on the pulse of the wrist, looking at the fainted man in his arms, Mo Yuzhi sighed helplessly and distressed.

"The old wound has not healed, and you are practicing swords recklessly, who are you trying to kill!"

Turning his gaze, he saw a bottle of ointment on the stool beside the bed not far away. Just by looking at the pattern on the bottle, he could tell who gave it to him.

Give me a sweet date after a slap? Heh, brother, brother, you really are. It makes me so unhappy.

With a movement of the fingertip, the ointment fell to the ground and shattered.

Well, it can't be used, so I have to use the ointment he brought.

Such a deep scar, dare to say it's okay, tsk, it seems that this stupid little idiot should be abducted earlier, otherwise, every day, I will feel sorry for someone.

(End of this chapter)