3095. Chapter 3095 [Eastern] Why are you grabbing my things 5
"That's the chopsticks I used." There was saliva on it!
Wenrou reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly found that Dongfang Aoshi's palm seemed to have been cut by something, and there was a very deep wound.
"What is this? When did you get hurt?" How could Dongfang Aoshi be injured for no reason?
Gently grasped his hand to check, and there was a strange premonition in my heart-
There were two deep cuts in the palm of my palm, which should have been cut by a sharp weapon.
Looking at the wound, it was like holding a sword with your hands...
sword?!
The gentle chest slammed a little hard—
The weapon that Huangfu Hao used is the sword!
Could it be... Dongfang Aoshi has discovered that Huangfu Hao has gone to Huangfu Hao in the palace?
The wound on the hand was left behind after the two clashed?
Thinking of this, gentle body became stiff in an instant.
In just a few seconds, countless terrifying scenes flashed through her mind.
In every picture, Huangfu Hao was killed by Dongfang Aoshi and fell into a pool of blood...
No.
No.
No.
Huangfu Hao's martial arts skills are so high that he will not be killed easily.
It's a coincidence.
Dongfang Aoshi may have accidentally touched something, which would leave such scars.
Take a deep breath to calm yourself down, but the voice is still dry, "Dongfang Aoshi, what's going on with your injury?"
Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression did not change at all. "Miss Second, he cared about my injury?"
"Can't I care?" The gentle and compulsive expression was actually panicked in his chest.
I am really worried that something happened to Huangfu Hao.
Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips and said nothing.
The more he doesn't say it, the more he panics the gentleness will be.
Damn it!
Isn’t something really wrong with Huangfu Hao, right?
Gentle and uneasy, really want to go to the house to see it, but they are afraid that nothing will happen. If I am excited, it will harm Huangfu Hao, so I can only endure it.
"The wound was soaked in water and was a little swollen. You have to deal with it quickly." Wenrou said, but her mind was not here at all.
"Miss Second Miss helps me deal with it?" Dongfang Aoshi stared at Wen Rou, his dark pupils flashing with some kind of light.
Wenrou was caring about Huangfu Hao, but she didn't notice his look and nodded obediently, "Okay."
There is no resistance?
Dongfang Aoshi's long eyes narrowed coldly again, and he felt doubtful, but he didn't say anything.
"Responsible."
"Yes, Prince."
The manager took the medicine and gauze as fast as possible, and asked the maid to remove the things on the table.
Dongfang Aoshi pushed the thing into Wenrou's face, and his sharp eyes looked at Wenrou.
Wenrou didn't dare to look at him, for fear of being noticed.
He lowered his head, put the gauze in disinfectant wine to soak it, and then took it out, carefully cleaning the wounds for Dongfang Aoshi...
The blood in the wound has solidified. When washing, it is accidentally pulled and the wound begins to seep blood.
The gentle hands were a little shaking, "Is that okay? Will it hurt?"
"It's just a minor injury." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip indifferently.
Gentle remembered that he once held the hot red soldering iron with bare hands, and felt that his worries were really redundant.
This man has no pain and nerves at all.
"You haven't told me yet, what's going on with this injury?" Gentle breathed in secret and turned the topic back.
"Nothing." Dongfang Aoshi glanced at his lower lip, still with the indifferent expression, "I just met an assassin who is not afraid of death." "That's the chopsticks I used." There was saliva on it!
Wenrou reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly found that Dongfang Aoshi's palm seemed to have been cut by something, and there was a very deep wound.
"What is this? When did you get hurt?" How could Dongfang Aoshi be injured for no reason?
Gently grasped his hand to check, and there was a strange premonition in my heart-
There were two deep cuts in the palm of my palm, which should have been cut by a sharp weapon.
Looking at the wound, it was like holding a sword with your hands...
sword?!
The gentle chest slammed a little hard—
The weapon that Huangfu Hao used is the sword!
Could it be... Dongfang Aoshi has discovered that Huangfu Hao has gone to Huangfu Hao in the palace?
The wound on the hand was left behind after the two clashed?
Thinking of this, gentle body became stiff in an instant.
In just a few seconds, countless terrifying scenes flashed through her mind.
In every picture, Huangfu Hao was killed by Dongfang Aoshi and fell into a pool of blood...
No.
No.
No.
Huangfu Hao's martial arts skills are so high that he will not be killed easily.
It's a coincidence.
Dongfang Aoshi may have accidentally touched something, which would leave such scars.
Take a deep breath to calm yourself down, but the voice is still dry, "Dongfang Aoshi, what's going on with your injury?"
Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression did not change at all. "Miss Second, he cared about my injury?"
"Can't I care?" The gentle and compulsive expression was actually panicked in his chest.
I am really worried that something happened to Huangfu Hao.
Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips and said nothing.
The more he doesn't say it, the more he panics the gentleness will be.
Damn it!
Isn’t something really wrong with Huangfu Hao, right?
Gentle and uneasy, really want to go to the house to see it, but they are afraid that nothing will happen. If I am excited, it will harm Huangfu Hao, so I can only endure it.
"The wound was soaked in water and was a little swollen. You have to deal with it quickly." Wenrou said, but her mind was not here at all.
"Miss Second Miss helps me deal with it?" Dongfang Aoshi stared at Wen Rou, his dark pupils flashing with some kind of light.
Wenrou was caring about Huangfu Hao, but she didn't notice his look and nodded obediently, "Okay."
There is no resistance?
Dongfang Aoshi's long eyes narrowed coldly again, and he felt doubtful, but he didn't say anything.
"Responsible."
"Yes, Prince."
The manager took the medicine and gauze as fast as possible, and asked the maid to remove the things on the table.
Dongfang Aoshi pushed the thing into Wenrou's face, and his sharp eyes looked at Wenrou.
Wenrou didn't dare to look at him, for fear of being noticed.
He lowered his head, put the gauze in disinfectant wine to soak it, and then took it out, carefully cleaning the wounds for Dongfang Aoshi...
The blood in the wound has solidified. When washing, it is accidentally pulled and the wound begins to seep blood.
The gentle hands were a little shaking, "Is that okay? Will it hurt?"
"It's just a minor injury." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip indifferently.
Gentle remembered that he once held the hot red soldering iron with bare hands, and felt that his worries were really redundant.
This man has no pain and nerves at all.
"You haven't told me yet, what's going on with this injury?" Gentle breathed in secret and turned the topic back.
"Nothing." Dongfang Aoshi glanced at his lower lip, and still had the indifferent expression, "I just met an assassin who was not afraid of death."