"Yiyi, looking at your face, the uncle seems to be a little swollen. Could it be that the uncle beat you up with wine yesterday? The uncle brought you ointment, opened the door, and gave you the medicine. It doesn't matter if you don't open it, just break in It's a little too reserved."
Luo Yi: "Uncle, you think too much, my face is fine, you can go back."
"But I smellhuh? Why does it smell like blood? Yiyi, did you come early for your menstruation? I remember you need to eh, don't get excited." Before he finished speaking, he Luo Yi was pulled in by the annoyed Luo Yi.
The tips of the ears are red.
How does he know when his period will come!
"Master, you"
Just as he turned around, before he could start talking, a man with a solemn face grabbed his wrist, frowning so much that he could almost pinch a fly to death.
The tone was a bit cooler than before.
"What's going on? You even hurt your hand when you compete with someone with a sword!"
This sudden nervousness and distress made her a little overwhelmed. She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but the man in front of her grabbed her wrist even harder, obviously not letting her back down.
A pair of deep eyes stared at her like ink, and the flashing light in Danfeng's eyes was as sharp as a sword's edge.
"Is it senior brother?"
Although it was a question, just looking at her dodging eyes was enough to be sure.
Mo Yuzhi's heart was cut like a knife for a while, his throat was astringent.
Why does he want to take good care of the person he holds in the palm of his hand, so it becomes so unworthy of cherishing in others?
Seeing that his expression was different, Luo Yi took the opportunity to withdraw her hands, and pretended to be relaxed and indifferent to comfort him, "Actually, Master is also doing it for my own good. A small injury like a sword practitioner is not a big deal. On the contrary, it can hone the will.¡±
"Then are you determined now?" The bull's head was wrong with the rhetorical question, but Luo Yi didn't know how to answer.
But looking at the pair of eyes that were as deep as the abyss in front of her, she was inexplicably unable to say anything perfunctory, so she thought about it seriously, then nodded.
"Should be pretty firm."
It was a pertinent answer, she thought in her heart, but Mo Yuzhi raised her wrist, rolled up her sleeves, and bit her white and slender arm.
"It hurts, it hurts, uncle, please let go."
Mo Yu insisted on not listening until he was satisfied with the bite, then looked at the bloodshot bite mark, licked the wetness in the tooth mark, pursed his red lips, and raised his eyes to meet the exasperated gaze , with a treacherous and charming smile on his face.
"Look, it's firm, but it hurts."
Luo Yi almost got angry again, and finally took a deep breath to endure it, but when he heard this sentence again, he immediately spit out the congestion in his chest angrily, and fainted in the embrace of the person in front of him who had been prepared for it.
Putting the pulse on his wrist with his fingertips, Mo Yuzhi sighed helplessly and distressed as he looked at the fainted man in his arms.
"The old wound has not healed, and you are practicing swords recklessly, who are you trying to kill!"
Turning his gaze, he saw a bottle of ointment on the stool beside the bed not far away. Just by looking at the pattern on the bottle, he could tell who gave it to him.
A slap in the face and a sweet date? Heh, senior brother, senior brother, you really are making me so unhappy.
With a movement of the fingertips, the ointment fell to the ground and shattered.
Well, it can't be used, so I have to use the ointment he brought.
Such a deep scar, dare to say it's okay, tsk, it seems that I have to abduct this stupid little idiot earlier, otherwise I will feel sorry for someone every day. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com