After a few more rounds, all the bandages were removed and the wound was completely exposed.
However, Wen Wen was disappointed——
The assassin's arrow hit right next to Dongfang Aoshi's tattoo.
The surrounding skin and flesh were so blurred by scabs and potion that it was completely unclear what words were tattooed on it.
"..." Wen Wen looked at the wounds on Dongfang Aoshi's back and felt like she was struck by lightning.
That assassin actually shot so well...
Judging from Dongfang Aoshi's current wound condition, within ten days and a half, there is probably no way to heal this wound.
In other words, during these ten days and a half, she couldn't even think of clearly seeing what words were tattooed on Dongfang Aoshi's body.
"Why are you in a daze again?" Wen Wenwen was dazed again and again, and Dongfang Aoshi was unhappy.
"It hurts a bit, please bear with it." Wen Wen came back to her senses and dipped the cloth into some special wine.
"This is a small injury." Dongfang Aoshi sneered.
Wen Wen originally wanted to be gentle, but when she saw the way he was pulling her, her chest "fluttered", and an unknown fire arose in her chest.
Pour the wine directly onto Dongfang Aoshi's wound.
No surprise, Dongfang Aoshi's muscles tightened instantly.
But there was still no expression on his face, and he felt no pain or itching at all.
I don’t believe it if I’m gentle, he won’t feel anything at all!
I poured another half of the bottle down.
The transparent liquid flowed down his strong back and soaked all his clothes.
Most people would definitely not be able to bear it if they were tortured like this and would scream in pain.
But Dongfang Aoshi is so tough that people are stunned.
However, no matter how much wine Wen Wen poured, he remained silent and did not even frown.
If it weren't for the fact that he could feel the muscles on Dongfang Aoshi's body moving and tightening, Wen Wenwen would have thought that he was a stone statue.
I couldn't stand Dongfang Aoshi's attitude and wanted to punish him, but he didn't react at all and treated him like a mosquito bite.
In such a situation, Wen Wen also finds it boring and loses all fighting spirit.
No more fussing, just disinfect, clean, apply medicine to Dongfang Aoshi's wound, and then re-bandage it.
"The clothes are wet again. I'll ask someone to bring another one in."
Wen Wen packed her things and was about to take the medicine box out and return it to the imperial doctor...
Suddenly, his waist tightened, and he was hugged back to Dongfang Aoshi's lap.
"You've done something wrong and you want to run away?" Dongfang Aoshi smiled half-heartedly, his handsome face leaning less than five centimeters away from Wen Wenwen.
Gentle struggled, pretending not to understand anything, "When did I do something bad?"
"Take my king's wound as an object of revenge and vent your anger?"
"...Dongfang Aoshi, don't spit on others with blood! When did I take it out on your wound? You must have evidence for what you say!"
"Isn't the sweat on this king's body the best evidence?" Dongfang Aoshi came over, pressed his nose against hers, and exhaled ambiguously.
"You have to sweat, what does it have to do with me?" Rourou refused to admit her crime just now.
"I'm sweating on my own?" Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows playfully, "Second Miss, please tell me, I'm so good, why do I suddenly start sweating?"
"This...how do I know? Who knows if you are thinking about some random things, and then..."
"What a mess?" Dongfang Aoshi suddenly laughed when he heard these words, a smile that made people feel scared all over.
Gentle warning, every cell in the body is in preparation for war, "You...what are you going to do again?"