"Oh my God! Chu Wuyou, you are so powerful. I actually recovered my original body without having to wait for three months. Damn Feng Fei, look at me if I don't repair him properly when I turn around."
At this time, Changle looked around, stretched out her hands to touch her waist and face, and found that she had finally grown bigger, and now it was much easier for her to move.
Large areas of sweat were dripping down Chu Wuyou's forehead, like water drops. His face was very pale, and even the row of black eyelashes were wet with sweat, making them look very wet.
He suppressed his physical discomfort, pretended to be natural, and smiled evilly at Chang Le: "Look at how fat you are, the table is almost flattened by your standing on it."
"How dare you call me fat? I'm so thin. Where did I get fat?" Changle shook his head strangely, turned around excitedly, and prepared to raise his fist and glare at Chu Wuyou.
But they found that his body was covered with sweat, his skin was as pale as snowflakes and crystal clear, his long eyelashes were slightly closed and slightly raised, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was in pain, but he was trying his best to endure the pain.
"What's wrong with you? Did you use too much mental energy? Let me see." Chang Le quickly jumped off the table, took out a white scarf embroidered with red plums from his sleeve, and gently touched Chu Wuyou's face.
It started to rub on.
Changle wiped it carefully, and the handkerchief became wet immediately, and a feeling of worry arose in her heart.
Seeing her serious look, Chu Wuyou had a faint smile in his eyes. Her heart was not iron-clad, and she still knew how to care about him, so the ten years of life he had lost were worth it.
"Oops, your face is getting paler. Are you sick? Let me take your pulse!" Normally, Changle would have no problem with the illness. She quickly took Chu Wuyou's hand and wiped him carefully.
Originate pulse.
In her previous life, while studying Western medicine, she also studied pulse problems such as looking, smelling, asking, and feeling in Chinese medicine, and she had a basic understanding of it.
Seeing Chang Le's worried look, Chu Wuyou had a faint smile in his eyes, but he said very forcefully: "Even if you still have some conscience, your conscience hasn't been wiped out yet!"
"Hey! Chu Wuyou, what do you mean? I don't like hearing what you say. What do you mean by having a conscience? In your heart, I am a person without a conscience?"
Chang Le snorted coldly and continued to feel his pulse. Chu Wuyou suddenly raised his eyes, hugged her in his arms, hugged her tightly, took a deep breath, and kissed her lips domineeringly.
He missed her so much.
He hadn't kissed her for a long time, and he missed her every day and every night. He couldn't kiss her forcefully because she was getting smaller, but now that she was getting older, he could kiss her at any time.
It seems that those ten years of trading were quite worthwhile.
"Ah Chu Wuyou, you kissed me forcefully again, I'm checking for my pulse!" Changle was kissed by Chu Wuyou forcefully without warning. As soon as her hand became tense, she held his right wrist tightly.
But Chu Wuyou was not willing to listen. His beautiful phoenix eyes stared at her affectionately, wishing to devour her into his heart. His kiss was very domineering, and their lips and teeth were entangled, lingering and pathos.
Chu Wuyou kissed them all the way and carried Chang Le to the jade couch that had been prepared earlier. He was tall and had Chang Le under him in an instant. Chang Le wanted to resist, but his strength was not as good as his, and his figure was not as tall as his.
I had to let him slaughter me.
"Uh! No!" Chang Le mumbled, trying to avoid his kiss, but he didn't let her go at all. His red lips sucked and nibbled domineeringly on her lips.