Holding the bottle gently tightly, the wine poured directly on the bloody wound of Dongfang Aoshi.
Dongfang Aoshi's muscles bulged in a conditioned reflex, but there was no expression on his face, as if there was no pain and nerves.
On the forehead, thin beads of sweat oozed out.
Without saying a word, I thought he would not hurt!
It still hurts.
It seems that this man is psychopathic, and his body is no different from that of ordinary people.
Gentle snorted coldly in his heart, deliberately slowing down.
Little by little, slowly backwards, stretching the stinging torture...
There is a feeling of revenge in my heart.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't say a word and let him deal with it gently.
Dongfang Aoshi's wound is not big, so it is enough to disinfect it with a bottle of wine.
Wenrou tortured him on purpose. After pouring one bottle, she took another bottle and continued to pour it on him.
Dongfang Aoshi still didn't say anything, staring straight at Wen Rou, and his eyes saw through the brightness of everything.
This pervert wouldn't be-
Did you find out she did it on purpose?
Gentle hands shook, the entire bottle fell, all the wine inside came out and poured on Dongfang Aoshi's chest.
Gentle quickly wipe it with a cloth.
The force was too heavy, and it pulled Dongfang Aoshi's flesh.
"Uh..." Finally, Dongfang Aoshi couldn't help but snorted.
When I heard Dongfang Aoshi's painful humming, a strange feeling of pleasure actually arose in my gentle heart, and I felt proud and relaxed.
Did she be affected by Dongfang Aoshi after staying in the royal palace for a while?
With such a bloody scene, she actually felt her chest relaxed...
"Hold on, you must deal with the burnt flesh, otherwise the wound will become inflamed." As if you found the outlet for venting, the cloth in gentle hands wiped the wound hard on Dongfang Aoshi.
Dongfang Aoshi's whole body trembled, cold sweat oozed out, and his skin was lit under the light.
He still didn't say a word and let him deal with it gently.
Gentle suppressed his anger for so long and suddenly found an outlet to vent.
With a nearly pathological mood, he deliberately increased the force.
Anyway, it hurts whatever it hurts.
After the chest injury was treated, Dongfang Aoshi was already sweating all over.
Gentle but still unsatisfied, "The wounds on the neck should also be disinfected."
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him and said nothing.
Wenrou brought another bottle of wine and poured it on him.
In my heart, I also want to see Dongfang Aoshi's painful and distorted expression.
Unfortunately, the injury on Dongfang Aoshi's neck was not serious, but it only cut a little skin, which could not achieve the effect of treating those injuries on his chest.
Gentle was a little disappointed.
However, when I was dealing with my chest just now, it was enough to be proud of Dongfang.
Thinking of this, the gentle spirit calmed a little.
Wipe the excess wine, apply medicine, and wrap Dongfang Aoshi's wounds with a clean white cloth.
Dongfang Aoshi sat there, glancing at gentleness, his black eyes were deep, as if two black holes could suck people in.
Gentle hands tremble slightly, try to avoid Dongfang Aoshi's eyes and not look at him.
However, the two scorching gazes still made her sit and stand still, like a needle on her back.
She quickly wrapped the white cloth and tied a knot.
"alright."
He said softly, turned around quickly, ready to get out of bed...
The shoulders were pressed.
The next second, the body was forced to pass by.
Dongfang Aoshi pinched gentle jaw and forced her to raise her head and look at him.
The cold eyes suppressed a certain kind of hot mood, naked...naked and straightforward. Holding the bottle gently tightly, the wine poured directly on the bloody wound of Dongfang Aoshi.
Dongfang Aoshi's muscles bulged in a conditioned reflex, but there was no expression on his face, as if there was no pain and nerves.
On the forehead, thin beads of sweat oozed out.
Without saying a word, I thought he would not hurt!
It still hurts.
It seems that this man is psychopathic, and his body is no different from that of ordinary people.
Gentle snorted coldly in his heart, deliberately slowing down.
Little by little, slowly backwards, stretching the stinging torture...
There is a feeling of revenge in my heart.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't say a word and let him deal with it gently.
Dongfang Aoshi's wound is not big, so it is enough to disinfect it with a bottle of wine.
Wenrou tortured him on purpose. After pouring one bottle, she took another bottle and continued to pour it on him.
Dongfang Aoshi still didn't say anything, staring straight at Wen Rou, and his eyes saw through the brightness of everything.
This pervert wouldn't be-
Did you find out she did it on purpose?
Gentle hands shook, the entire bottle fell, all the wine inside came out and poured on Dongfang Aoshi's chest.
Gentle quickly wipe it with a cloth.
The force was too heavy, and it pulled Dongfang Aoshi's flesh.
"Uh..." Finally, Dongfang Aoshi couldn't help but snorted.
When I heard Dongfang Aoshi's painful humming, a strange feeling of pleasure actually arose in my gentle heart, and I felt proud and relaxed.
Did she be affected by Dongfang Aoshi after staying in the royal palace for a while?
With such a bloody scene, she actually felt her chest relaxed...
"Hold on, you must deal with the burnt flesh, otherwise the wound will become inflamed." As if you found the outlet for venting, the cloth in gentle hands wiped the wound hard on Dongfang Aoshi.
Dongfang Aoshi's whole body trembled, cold sweat oozed out, and his skin was lit under the light.
He still didn't say a word and let him deal with it gently.
Gentle suppressed his anger for so long and suddenly found an outlet to vent.
With a nearly pathological mood, he deliberately increased the force.
Anyway, it hurts whatever it hurts.
After the chest injury was treated, Dongfang Aoshi was already sweating all over.
Gentle but still unsatisfied, "The wounds on the neck should also be disinfected."
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him and said nothing.
Wenrou brought another bottle of wine and poured it on him.
In my heart, I also want to see Dongfang Aoshi's painful and distorted expression.
Unfortunately, the injury on Dongfang Aoshi's neck was not serious, but it only cut a little skin, which could not achieve the effect of treating those injuries on his chest.
Gentle was a little disappointed.
However, when I was dealing with my chest just now, it was enough to be proud of Dongfang.
Thinking of this, the gentle spirit calmed a little.
Wipe the excess wine, apply medicine, and wrap Dongfang Aoshi's wounds with a clean white cloth.
Dongfang Aoshi sat there, glancing at gentleness, his black eyes were deep, as if two black holes could suck people in.
Gentle hands tremble slightly, try to avoid Dongfang Aoshi's eyes and not look at him.
However, the two scorching gazes still made her sit and stand still, like a needle on her back.
She quickly wrapped the white cloth and tied a knot.
"alright."
He said softly, turned around quickly, ready to get out of bed...
The shoulders were pressed.
The next second, the body was forced to pass by.
Dongfang Aoshi pinched gentle jaw and forced her to raise her head and look at him.
The cold eyes suppressed a certain kind of hot emotion, naked...naked and straightforward.