I'm still confused/pressing, but Mo Yiming's next actions make me even more confused......

He suddenly raised his hand and touched my chest/front, quickly withdrew his hand and smiled playfully: "Although it is not expected, it feels good." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Mo Yi ......" I glared at him through gritted teeth, took a deep breath, threw him down on the bed, and reached out to squeeze his little brother hard.

"Hmm......" Mo Yiming snorted in pain, and his face instantly darkened.

"How does it feel?" I smirked and increased the force on my hand again. I don't know...... Mo Yiming has no memory, egg/pain feeling.

"Leng Qiange, you ......" Mo Yiming tried to hide something, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Hurry up and let go, otherwise...... At one's own risk. ”

"Yo! Are you threatening me? I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, the strength in my hand only increased, anyway, it wasn't my egg/egg, I didn't feel distressed.

"Ah~" A strange force suddenly came from under me, and it pushed me away from Mo Yiming's body. Before I could react to what was going on, as soon as my waist tightened, Mo Yiming grabbed my waist hard, took me back again, and pressed on him.

He must have been careful about my wounds, and his hands were always careful not to touch my wounds.

Mo Yiming hooked the corners of his lips, rubbed my lower abdomen with something on his body/fire/heat, and leaned into my ear and said ambiguously, "Don't want to take medicine well?"

"Think about it!" I quickly nodded and honestly sat up from his arms. This is true, you can strulate anytime and anywhere.

Mo Yiming re-applied a hot wet towel and gently helped me wipe my wound.

"Buckle button~" There was a sudden knock at the door, Mo Yi frowned unhappily, and pulled the thin quilt on the side tightly wrapped around my body. The quilt was wrapped around his neck, revealing only one head, and then he nodded in satisfaction and stood up to speak.

Fu Tingting stood at the door, glanced at Mo Yiming, and handed the tray in her hand to Mo Yiming: "This is...... The medicine I boiled for Miss Leng to relieve pain and remove stasis. That ......"

Fu Tingting lowered her head weakly, Mo Yiming didn't take the tray in her hand, she stubbornly maintained that posture: "Today...... Thank you, Miss Leng, for saving me. ”

It was inconvenient for me to move around wrapped in the quilt, so I simply sat on the bed and watched Fu Tingting do some tricks again.

Seeing that Mo Yiming didn't move for a long time, Fu Tingting reminded again: "This medicine has to be drunk while it is hot, and the effect of the medicine will be lost when it is cold."

Mo Yiming glanced at the contents of the bowl, took the tray and didn't look at her, and closed the door directly. He came over with a tray and handed me the black stuff in the bowl.

"No, you're going to let me drink it?" I glanced at Mo Yiming and turned my head away: "I don't drink it, I haven't lived enough, I'm afraid of being poisoned."

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous." Mo Yiming smiled and sat beside me: "No matter how stupid she is, she can't be stupid enough to poison you in front of me."

Mo Yiming said, sniffed the contents of the bowl, and said, "Nux strychnine, Su Mu, bone mending...... They are all medicines that invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, which are good for your injuries. ”

"She's so kind?" I glanced at Mo Yiming and replied, "Maybe, what kind of medicine did she add to it that you can't detect, what if I drink it and leave any sequelae?"

"If you don't want to drink, you won't drink." Mo Yiming smiled, put the bowl aside, and continued to help me deal with the wound.

But what's the condition of his hand?

The wound is on the back, why is it always intentionally or unintentionally wound around the chest......