The Regent's Palace, the Ink Dyeing Pavilion

As soon as Feng Wuwu closed the door, he glared at Jun Moran viciously.

She poked Jun Moran's chest angrily, and asked him angrily, "Jimo Zhikite is your childhood sweetheart?" ”

"It's not."

Jun Moran responded casually, and then carried her to the couch and gave her medicine with full attention.

Epidermal injuries are easy to deal with, and the plaster can be gently applied by hand.

But the wound inside, Jun Moran didn't know how to deal with it.

He was willing to get started, but the problem was that Feng Wuwu was unwilling.

"Well, this king promises not to touch you. Just medicated for you. Jun Moran patiently coaxed her.

Feng Wuwu turned a deaf ear, got up suddenly, held Jun Mo's cheek, and asked particularly seriously, "Has she kissed you?" ”

Jun Moran hesitated for a moment, and finally beckoned, "Yes." ”

"Dog thing, you keep saying that you don't like her, since you don't like it, why let her kiss? With your skills, if you don't want people to get close, she won't be able to get close to you at all. ”

"This king was only six years old at that time. Besides, it was just an accident. She accidentally fell down the steps, and it happened that Ben King, who was passing by, was hit by her. ”

"Where did she kiss you?"

"Crotch... Crotch. ”

Jun Moran noticed that Feng Wuwu's gaze was getting deeper and deeper, and there was a trace of fear in his heart.

It was incredible to him.

Unexpectedly, in this world, there are people who can make him afraid.

"Ge Laozi! I haven't kissed you..."

“………”

Jun Moran was silently embarrassed, and patiently explained, "It's just an accident." ”

"Humph!"

Feng Wuwu still felt unhappy in his heart, and asked, "Then when your love first opened, was there her shadow in those fragrant dreams?" ”

Only then did Jun Moran realize that Feng Wuwu was jealous, and laughed heartily, "Feng Niuniu is actually jealous?" ”

"Laughing at what? Is there any! ”

"You are the only woman who appeared in the dream of this king."

Jun Moran lowered his eyes, looked at the delicate and delicate woman in front of him, and gently twisted and slowly wiped and picked, each stroke was enough to tug at his heartstrings.

"Ascend to the disciple! After getting married, it's like a different person! ”

"What, don't want to?" Jun Moran took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms, half bewitching and half coaxing.

"Yes, yes!"

Feng Wuwu nodded heavily, and then pointed to his cheek, "I can only touch here." ”

Jun Moran said, "How can it be enough only here?" This king wants to give you all his love. ”

"Not necessarily."

"Good boy, this king will give you medicine."

As soon as the words fell, Jun Moran used his unique way to medicate Feng's injury.

When Feng Wuwu reacted, it was too late.

She nervously pushed Jun Mo Ran, who was close at hand, "Are you sure it won't get worse?" ”

Jun Mo's eyes overflowed with pampering, and he asked her in a slightly hoarse voice, "How do you feel?" ”

"Nope. Don't do that. ”

Jun Moran said, "Admit that you also enjoy the process of this king's medicine, is it so difficult?" ”

Feng Wuwu tilted his head, bit his lower lip, and said softly, "It's too much." ”

When Jun Mo Ran heard this, he made a fierce force, but Feng Wuwu was so frightened that he screamed.

Chasing Feng, who was waiting outside the house, smiled, and while practicing the "radio gymnastics" taught by Liu Xian, he silently counted to the beat, "One-two-three-four, two-two-three-four, three-two-three-four, do it again!" ”

And Tie Shou, who was next to Chasing Wind, looked into the inner room with great concern, "The princess shouldn't have an accident, right?" How do I feel like the king is beating her? ”

"What else could happen? The big deal is that there is a 'human life'. The Wang family has a big business and can afford it! ”

Tie Shou was still not very relieved, "Chasing the wind, listen!" The princess was about to cry, and the king must have beaten her. ”

Chasing Feng smiled happily, "I won't tell you." The princess's voice is extremely expressive and infectious, which can be called heavenly. ”