The more painful it is when the imperial doctor cleans the wound, the more gentle it will bite it.
However, Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have no pain and sensation nerves, and he did not react at all to his gentle actions.
Time passes by little by little.
Half an hour later, the imperial doctor finally finished treating the wound and applied medicine to bandage it.
Wenrou was exhausted and sweated all over her body, as if she had been caught from water.
He was slid in Dongfang Aoshi's arms and could not move at all.
The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and prescribed the prescription to the maids, asking them to decoct the medicine.
After the explanation, he came back to Dongfang Aoshi, "Prince, please take off your clothes and I will treat your wounds."
"Stay stayed."
The imperial doctor was stunned and immediately understood that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to deal with the wound by himself. "Prince, your wound is in your throat, is it still subordinate..."
Dongfang Aoshi kicked over and the imperial doctor fell four feet towards the sky.
"roll!"
"Yes." The imperial doctor rolled and crawled, and escaped.
The maids were trembling.
Dongfang Aoshi passed by another sharp look.
The maids also retreated in cold sweat.
He looked at it softly and weakly, not understanding what nerves this pervert is experiencing.
Dongfang Aoshi kicked the quilt to the corner of the bed.
The medicine box was lifted over and placed heavily on the bed...
"Clang clang..." The bottles and jars collided, making a crisp sound.
Surprised...
In his hand, a bottle of disinfection wine was stuffed.
Sitting gentle and woodenly, for a moment, I couldn't react, what does Dongfang Aoshi mean?
"hiss--"
Dongfang Aoshi tore his clothes in half, revealing his strong chest.
Wenrou saw two marks scorched by a soldering iron on his left chest, which were fuzzy and shocking.
He shook violently, and when his hands were loose, the bottle almost slipped...
Dongfang Aoshi held her hand and stopped it.
"Treat." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was cold.
"..." Wenrou was confused, and for a moment, she couldn't understand what he meant.
"I don't want to say it for the third time, please deal with it!" Dongfang Aoshi's forehead thundered.
"…you…you lie down…” said gentle conditioned reflexively.
Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes and lay directly on his gentle thighs.
"I'm telling you to lie on the bed..." Wenrou wanted to push him, but one hand was injured and the other hand was holding the bottle. There was nothing he could do.
You can only move backwards.
Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank, and his cold eyes shot over, "Let's take another step, I will immediately ask someone to kill that servant!"
Gentle and stiff.
Gentle obedience did not calm Dongfang's arrogance.
On the contrary, his face became even more ugly—
"Hurry up! I am limited in patience."
For a servant!
When Dongfang Aoshi thought of this, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he wanted to give gentleness to Lingchi.
Of course, Wenrou could not know what Dongfang Aoshi was thinking, but he just thought he was a pervert.
Completely perverted.
Taking a deep breath, gently opened the bottle.
The strong smell of wine came towards me, and I couldn't accept the pungent smell and frowned.
Gentle was ready to pour the wine directly on Dongfang Aoshi.
As soon as he saw it, he was lying on his legs, without any stuff. Not only would he wet his clothes, but the bed would also get dirty, wasting such good sheets...
Gentle hesitated for a while, thinking about whether to take something to cushion.
Then I thought, anyway, Dongfang Aoshi has enough money, and he still cares about this sheet? I vent all my anger on Dongfang Aoshi.
The more painful it is when the imperial doctor cleans the wound, the more gentle it will bite it.
However, Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have no pain and sensation nerves, and he did not react at all to his gentle actions.
Time passes by little by little.
Half an hour later, the imperial doctor finally finished treating the wound and applied medicine to bandage it.
Wenrou was exhausted and sweated all over her body, as if she had been caught from water.
He was slid in Dongfang Aoshi's arms and could not move at all.
The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and prescribed the prescription to the maids, asking them to decoct the medicine.
After the explanation, he came back to Dongfang Aoshi, "Prince, please take off your clothes and I will treat your wounds."
"Stay stayed."
The imperial doctor was stunned and immediately understood that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to deal with the wound by himself. "Prince, your wound is in your throat, is it still subordinate..."
Dongfang Aoshi kicked over and the imperial doctor fell four feet towards the sky.
"roll!"
"Yes." The imperial doctor rolled and crawled, and escaped.
The maids were trembling.
Dongfang Aoshi passed by another sharp look.
The maids also retreated in cold sweat.
He looked at it softly and weakly, not understanding what nerves this pervert is experiencing.
Dongfang Aoshi kicked the quilt to the corner of the bed.
The medicine box was lifted over and placed heavily on the bed...
"Clang clang..." The bottles and jars collided, making a crisp sound.
Surprised...
In his hand, a bottle of disinfection wine was stuffed.
Sitting gentle and woodenly, for a moment, I couldn't react, what does Dongfang Aoshi mean?
"hiss--"
Dongfang Aoshi tore his clothes in half, revealing his strong chest.
Wenrou saw two marks scorched by a soldering iron on his left chest, which were fuzzy and shocking.
He shook violently, and when his hands were loose, the bottle almost slipped...
Dongfang Aoshi held her hand and stopped it.
"Treat." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was cold.
"..." Wenrou was confused, and for a moment, she couldn't understand what he meant.
"I don't want to say it for the third time, please deal with it!" Dongfang Aoshi's forehead thundered.
"…you…you lie down…” said gentle conditioned reflexively.
Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes and lay directly on his gentle thighs.
"I'm telling you to lie on the bed..." Wenrou wanted to push him, but one hand was injured and the other hand was holding the bottle. There was nothing he could do.
You can only move backwards.
Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank, and his cold eyes shot over, "Let's take another step, I will immediately ask someone to kill that servant!"
Gentle and stiff.
Gentle obedience did not calm Dongfang's arrogance.
On the contrary, his face became even more ugly—
"Hurry up! I am limited in patience."
For a servant!
When Dongfang Aoshi thought of this, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he wanted to give gentleness to Lingchi.
Of course, Wenrou could not know what Dongfang Aoshi was thinking, but he just thought he was a pervert.
Completely perverted.
Taking a deep breath, gently opened the bottle.
The strong smell of wine came towards me, and I couldn't accept the pungent smell and frowned.
Gentle was ready to pour the wine directly on Dongfang Aoshi.
As soon as he saw it, he was lying on his legs, without any stuff. Not only would he wet his clothes, but the bed would also get dirty, wasting such good sheets...
Gentle hesitated for a while, thinking about whether to take something to cushion.
Then I thought, anyway, Dongfang Aoshi has money, and he still cares about this bed sheet?