Wen Yuci knocked off his hand and forcibly took off his clothes, and the scene in front of her made her breathe suffocated and stunned.

The young and sturdy torso is covered with high swollen bruises and purple ridges, one by one, no rules, no light and heavy, criss-crossed, some of them are broken, oozing blood, and the blood has dried up, floating on the white skin like fat jade, which is more and more hideous and terrifying.

"Who?—who did it?" Wen Yu's lips trembled, and she heard her voice tremble.

Mingyang curled up shyly, unable to speak.

Wen Yuci clutched his clothes and bit his lower lip out of blood, Mingyang raised his eyes and saw it, panicked, and clumsily reached out to break her teeth, "Porcelain, it hurts......"

yes, it hurts.

A heart that hurts beyond control.

thought that Mingyang liked martial arts, and going to the martial arts gym was his greatest happiness, how could he have thought that he would suffer like this?

Mingyang saw Wen Yu porcelain frozen there motionless, blood beads came out of his lips, and he trembled in shock, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't dare in the future, don't be angry, don't let me ...... porcelain."

At this moment, how could Wen Yuci still be able to resist such words, Mingyang's trembling words hit her heart like a hammer, making her pain uncontrollable.

She hugged Mingyang hard, and hugged her tightly, "Mingyang is not wrong, it is the porcelain that is wrong, the porcelain is not good, the porcelain is useless, the porcelain is not angry, the porcelain porcelain will not want you to ......"

She trembled violently.

Her Mingyang, her Mingyang......

Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief and hugged her back, "Porcelain porcelain really won't want me?"

Wen Yuci buried her cheek in his shoulder and hugged him hard, "Porcelain will never want you." ”

Mingyang was relieved, and obediently let her hold it, "Mingyang doesn't hurt, and porcelain porcelain doesn't get angry." ”

Wen Yuci didn't make a sound, just hugged him hard.

Mingyang doesn't hurt, porcelain porcelain hurts, and it's so laborious to breathe and breathe.

She is not the little princess of Jingcheng now, she is a fallen phoenix.

But even the fallen phoenix has people she wants to protect, and no one can bully her Mingyang, no one!

Knowing that he might get hurt as a sparring partner, he prepared medicine at home to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis.

She found the medicine and asked Mingyang to sit on the edge of the bed, and she applied the ointment little by little to the bruises.

The high swollen ridges, the front chest and the back, like a belt pumping, criss-crossed, Wen Yuporcelain carefully counted one by one, the front chest and back add up, there are twenty-three.

Good!

Very good!

Tonight, let that beast sleep one last time peacefully, and tomorrow, he will be better off than dead!

The next day, she asked for leave and accompanied Mingyang to the martial arts hall.

Along the way, Mingyang always secretly looked at her, and saw her talking and laughing, as usual, so he put his mind at ease, changed into his practice clothes as usual, and went to the room where he worked to wait for guests.

Wen Yuci sat in the rest area covered by green vines, facing the position of Mingyang's room, looking at Mingyang.

Most of the people who are looking for Mingyang to be sparring partners are delicate daughters, Mingyang is very gentle, and he can point to the end with one move.

Those daughters will always be open-minded, or secretly staring at Mingyang, and sometimes even see their cheeks and ears red little by little.

It's no surprise that Mingyang has an extremely outstanding face.

With dark eyebrows, a straight nose, perfectly curved lips, and a pair of the most beautiful eyes in the world, ten years ago, he fell in a pool of blood and was covered in blood, which can still make Wen Yuci unforgettable, not to mention that he is now slender and heroic