Venerated Venomous Consort

Now she can feel his sharp fingers from time to time to touch her keenness, which makes her embarrassed, can only be his own patient with his eyes closed, restrained not letting himself react.

His palm was pressed directly at her wound, and her finger half covered her half of the mountain. His palm was clear and cold, but a burst of warmth poured into her wound. The painful wound seemed to be soothed. No longer embarrassed, slowly relax and slowly disappear...

In fact, Gu Xizhen is very skeptical. Since this person has blindfolded his eyes, how can she recognize her wounds so accurately? There is no deviation from the slightest.

His fingers only moved in her wounds and did not touch her other parts.

Is it that the black towel on his eyes doesn't work? Just to let her relax?

Gu Xizhen now seriously doubts this possibility, but can't ask it.

If you ask him, what if he answers? Can she still not let him treat himself?

Forget it! Just go to the hospital for a comprehensive inspection, just as this person is a gynecological male doctor...

His palm finally moved away, and she could feel that he had applied a cool wound to her wound. The wound was still painful, but it was already within the tolerable range.

He was very close to her, she could feel every movement on the top, his fingertips were cool and soft, and when painted, it was as light as a feather, making the heart seem to be soft.

A drop of liquid seems to drip from above and land on her soft white skin.

She was slightly stunned and was about to move. He suddenly picked her up. She hadn’t had time to whisper. He turned her over and let her prone on his lap to handle the wound on her back...

Gu Xiyu, because she had been hurting for a long time, cold sweat came out again and again, and now the whole portrait was blistered.

When she was lying on his lap, she felt that the robe on his body was wet, but it was not very sure. After all, she was still wet with her hands...

The house is quiet, quiet only the sound of each other's breathing.

Gu Xizhen tried his best to let go of thinking and let himself not think about anything.

Time passed by in a minute.

During this time, neither of them spoke or needed to speak.

At the end, she was put back on the bed. She spit out a sigh of relief and felt that both wounds had been properly bandaged.

“Thank you.” She still said these two words.

Perhaps most of her injury was thanks to him, but after all, he saved her, she could feel that the spiritual power in her body did not disappear much.

I felt that the loss was very fast just now. Is it because of the illusion of the sword?

"You're welcome." He replied for three seconds, and his voice was cold: "This is the agreement between the seat and the dragon, and it has nothing to do with you."

It’s so funny, obviously it’s a big thing that has been implicated in her life. In the eyes of these two people, she completely abandoned her, and she took a small mouth.

His voice sounded again: "Well, you have to stay in bed for two days, get out of bed two days later, don't allow you to run spiritual power within ten days, try to be less active, don't eat spicy things, should be light..."

He said some precautions, and he took a moment to silence, and suddenly he slowly said: "Have I told you that I and Longsi night come from the same era..."

The emperor won a meal: "What about that?"