It is no exaggeration to say that below the waistline of Feng Wuwu, there are already bloodstains.

Jun Mo was extremely guilty, and he scolded her that if he had found out that she was unwell earlier, he would never have forced her to bear his increasingly fierce attack.

It turned out that she had been hiding her face with her hands last night, not because she was too shy, but because she was in pain, and she wanted to cry but didn't want to touch his interest.

All night, she was simply holding back.

And he, completely immersed in ecstasy, was unaware.

The lust in Jun Mo's eyes slowly faded, and he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the shipbuilding looking for the medicine that Gu Nanfeng had left for him.

He didn't think he needed any medicine at all, but he didn't expect that he would hurt her so thoroughly.

The cold ointment applied to her wound made her tremble.

Jun Moran was drugged for her, while stabilizing her slightly shrunken body, blaming herself, "Blame this king for being too careless!" ”

He really hated himself for always carelessly ignoring so many details.

This is good, he got his wish, but she seemed to have been abused, pitiful and unable to move.

"What kind of human suffering is this? Why does you feel like you've been cut in half? ”

Feng Wuwu woke up slowly, she muttered, and looked at the initiator of all this with some anger.

"Are you feeling better?"

Jun Moran's heart was tight, and his voice trembled slightly.

For the first time in his life, he was so afraid of a person.

"What a fart!"

Compared with before, Feng Wuwu was obviously much more energetic, and his voice was much higher.

"This king will rub it for you?"

"Dog, you said three hours, but you tossed for six hours!"

Jun Moran touched his nose and whispered in a low voice, "If you had told this king earlier, you would have been a flower thief who was lighter than this king, and this king would have been mentally prepared." You don't say anything, and when the king himself discovers the truth, the ecstasy in his heart is uncontrollable, and that's right... Hyperactive. ”

Feng Wuwu remembered the "mistake" a few months ago, and asked with some jealousy, "Do you really blame me for lying to you?" If you are angry, you must not kill me at every turn. ”

"Where is this king willing to blame you? You are a godsend for salvation. ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier? I've been scared for a while! Feng Wuwu breathed a long sigh of relief and subconsciously leaned towards him.

"It's the king's fault that you have suffered so many grievances."

"Humph! If an apology is useful, what should the officials do? ”

Feng Wuwu angrily complained about his atrocities, "Dog thing! I still thought you couldn't do it, but I didn't expect that you were not human at all. ”

Seeing that she was injured, Jun Moran felt very uncomfortable.

He suddenly got up and examined Feng Wuwu's injuries again.

With just one glance, his body instantly tightened like an arrow from a string.

Perhaps because he knows the taste of marrow, the self-control he is proud of has collapsed across the board.

Feng Wuwu looked at Jun Moran's increasingly deep eyes, and hurriedly pulled through the thin jacket and wrapped himself tightly.

"If you do it again, you will really become an old widower!"

"This king just wants to see your injuries."

Jun Moran hugged the curled up Feng Wuwu tightly, and took advantage of the boat to dock and hugged her ashore.

On the shore, Beitang Longting, who had not slept all night, sat side by side with Chaifeng and others.

He glanced at Jun Mo Ran, who was in good spirits and refreshed, and looked worriedly at Feng Wuwu, who was extremely weak in Jun Mo Ran's arms, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Beitang Longting squatted in a corner and cried out loud in distress, and Qingluan also squatted beside him and sobbed.

Chasing the wind saw that Beitang Longting and Qingluan were full of tacit understanding, and his heart became more and more unhappy.

He followed closely behind Jun Moran and strode away without looking back.

But as soon as he took two or three steps, he turned back halfway and gently hugged Qingluan, who was squatting on the ground, in his arms, "What's wrong?" ”

"Miss is so pitiful."

"How can it be pitiful? The king has always been very fond of the princess. ”

"Miss's eyes are red from crying."

"I thought something was wrong! The princess should cry with joy and don't worry. ”

Chasing Feng didn't explain too much to Qingluan, she was too simple, even if she told her, she might not understand.

Seeing that Chasing the Wind was so gentle to Qingluan, Tie Shou took three steps and made two steps to get to Qingluan, learned the appearance of Tie Shou, and gently pinched Qingluan's tear-stained face.

Chasing the wind instantly blackened his face and kicked his iron hand to the side, "What to do?" Qingluan is my person, pay attention to proportion! ”

As soon as his voice fell, Qingluan's face turned red.

Iron Hand muttered aggrievedly, "Chasing the wind, you really changed your mind!" Before, whether you and I went to the toilet or bathed, we walked together. I saw that you care about Qingluan very much, and I want to help you coax her, but I didn't expect you to be so fierce! ”

"Brother and wife, don't be deceived. Such a simple truth, why don't you understand it? ”

"Chasing the wind, are you going to get married?"

Iron Hand looked at Chasing Wind in disbelief.

Chasing Feng nodded cautiously, and asked Qingluan solemnly, "Qingluan, would you like to marry me?" ”

"No, I don't. You are a flowery ghost, not to mention the entanglement with Rong Cui, and you still visit the flower building every day! Rong Cui told me, and she also said that she was pregnant with your flesh and blood. ”

"Nonsense! I haven't been to the flower house since I met you. As for Rong Cui, she did look for me a few nights ago, but I explicitly rejected her. I've never touched her, and even if she's pregnant, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Chasing the wind didn't know that Rong Cui arranged him like this in front of Qingluan, no wonder Qingluan's attitude towards him became more and more indifferent.

He suddenly realized that he might have misunderstood Qingluan, and asked repeatedly, "Have you ever liked King Beili?" ”

Qingluan looked dazed, "What are you talking about?" I've always liked you. ”

Chasing the wind was ecstatic, holding her face, and the chicks pecked at the rice for a while.

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