"I told you to lie down on the bed..." Wen Wen wanted to push him, but one hand was injured and the other was holding a bottle, so there was nothing she could do.
You can only move back.
Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank, and a cold look came over him, "If you take one more step back, I will ask someone to kill that person immediately!"
Tender and stiff.
Gentle obedience did not calm Dongfang Aoshi's anger.
On the contrary, his face turned even uglier——
"Hurry up! My patience is limited."
For a servant!
When Dongfang Aoshi thought of this, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he wished he could give up his tenderness to Ling Chi.
Of course, Wen Rou couldn't know what Dongfang Aoshi was thinking, she just thought he was a pervert.
A complete pervert.
Taking a deep breath, he gently opened the bottle.
The strong smell of alcohol hit her face. Wen Wen couldn't bear the pungent smell and frowned.
Wen Wen was ready to pour the wine directly onto Dongfang Aoshi.
At first glance, he was lying directly on his lap without any padding. Not only would his clothes get wet, but the bed would also be dirty, and such a good bed sheet would be wasted...
Wen Wen hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should get something to cushion her.
Then I thought about it, Dongfang Aoshi has a lot of money anyway, so why would he still care about these sheets?
He held the bottle gently and poured the wine directly onto Dongfang Aoshi's bloody wound.
Dongfang Aoshi's muscles flexed reflexively, but there was no expression on his face at all, as if he had no pain nerves.
There were thin beads of sweat on his forehead.
Without saying a word, I thought he wouldn't feel any pain!
It turns out it still hurts.
It seems that this man is mentally ill, but his body is no different from ordinary people.
Wen Wen snorted in her heart and deliberately slowed down.
Little by little, slowly going backwards, prolonging this stinging torture...
There is a sense of revenge in my heart.
Dongfang Aoshi remained silent and allowed himself to be handled by Gentle.
Dongfang Aoshi's wound was not big, and it was enough to disinfect it with a bottle of wine.
Genuine deliberately tortured him. After pouring one bottle, he took another bottle and continued to pour it on him.
Dongfang Aoshi still didn't say a word, looking straight at Wen Wen with a bright gaze that could see through everything.
This pervert, could it be——
Did you find out she did it on purpose?
With a shake of Gentle's hand, the whole bottle fell, and all the wine inside was poured out, pouring onto Dongfang Aoshi's chest.
Wipe it gently with a cloth quickly.
The force was too strong and it tore Dongfang Aoshi's flesh.
"Uh..." Finally, Dongfang Aoshi couldn't help it and snorted.
Hearing Dongfang Aoshi groan in pain, a strange feeling of pleasure arose in Gentle's heart, and he felt elated and relaxed.
Could it be that... after staying in the palace for a while, she was influenced by Dongfang Aoshi?
Such a bloody scene actually made her feel relieved...
"Be patient, the burnt flesh needs to be dealt with, otherwise the wound will become inflamed." As if he had found an outlet to vent his anger, the cloth in his gentle hand wiped the wound of Dongfang Aoshi fiercely.
Dongfang Aoshi's whole body trembled, cold sweat broke out, and his skin shone under the light.
Still silent, he was handled with gentleness.
The anger that Wen Wenwen had suppressed for so long suddenly found an outlet to vent.
With an almost morbid mood, he deliberately increased his strength.
In short, it hurts no matter what.
By the time the chest injury was treated, Dongfang Aoshi was covered in sweat.
Gentle but still unfinished, "There are also wounds on the neck that need to be disinfected."