Jun Moran got up suddenly, and his well-defined hands slowly untied the golden silk spider stripe around his waist.

There was a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth, and his narrow phoenix eyes locked the trembling Feng Wuwu, and his voice was charming, causing people to fall.

"Miracle doctors, sick doctors. chose to open a medical center, but didn't even make such a little psychological preparation? ”

"Just look! Take it off! ”

Feng Wuwu puffed out his cheeks, and his voice suddenly turned high.

Anyway, it's not like I haven't seen it.

"Heh..."

Jun Moran smiled lightly, and his voice was particularly pleasant.

He knew he was pushing this little thing again.

However, when he thought of the warbler Yanyan who was surrounded by Feng Wuwu, Jun Moran suddenly had a sense of crisis.

Although he can't accept that the person he likes is a man for the time being, he can let Feng Wuwu adapt to it first.

She is as tenacious as a nettle and must be extremely adaptable.

Jun Moran personally untied the bright satin moon-white cloak draped over his shoulders, and then raised his eyebrows, and asked Feng Wuwu in a deep voice, "The divine doctor has accepted this king's million silver tickets and wide clothes for this king, this request is not excessive, right?" ”

"Come with me."

Feng Wuwu glared at Jun Moran fiercely, already believing that he was deliberately raising the bar.

But she couldn't help him.

Isn't it just a cure?

Just treat him like an ordinary patient!

Feng Wuwu took a deep breath and led Jun Mo Ran to the compartment behind the screen.

Jun Moran stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Feng Wuwu who was a foot away in front of him, and suddenly hugged her into his arms.

“………”

Feng Wuwu lowered his eyes and glanced at the big hand lying across her waist, and said in an unkind tone, "Regent, your old man personally promised not to go beyond the thunder pool, and still count?" ”

"Feng Wuwu, your waist is a little too thin."

"How are you like a disciple? I'm not used to it. ”

After a moment of silence, Jun Mo's thin lips, who rested his chin on the top of Feng Wuwu's head, opened lightly, and there was a hint of bewitchment in his voice, "Feng Wuwu, do you like men?" ”

The reason why he took her into his arms was to prevent her from seeing his expression at this moment.

In front of people, Jun Mo Dye always has an unattainable posture, like a god, cold, and ruthless.

But when facing Feng Wuwu, he always unconsciously lowered his posture and unconsciously catered to her.

Feng Wuwu didn't answer, but asked Jun Moran, "Regent, do you like women?" ”

"This king only seems to have feelings for you."

Hearing this, Feng Wuwu stood in place and was stunned for a long time.

Until Jun Moran's hand kept moving up from her waist.

Smack-

Feng Wuwu came back to his senses and slapped his hand away without hesitation.

She turned around suddenly, looked up at Jun Mo Ran with deep eyes, and said word by word, "Regent, in my opinion, you are in good health. If you really feel uncomfortable, please move to Drunken Liuxuan. That's where your 'disease' can be cured, I can't. ”

For a moment, Feng Wuwu even wanted to talk to him.

However, she couldn't afford to gamble.

Unavenged, she must not expose herself to extremely dangerous situations.

"Feng Wuwu, what are you afraid of?" Jun Mo looked at her fixedly, and suddenly felt annoyed in his heart.

"Who said you were scared? Take it off if you love it! ”

Feng Wuwu choked back, afraid that he would be suspicious of her man's identity, so he rolled up his sleeves and widened his clothes for him.

She stood on tiptoe, struggling to unbutton his collar.

One, two, three......

By the time she reached the last one, her palms were already covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"Regent, are you sure you're really sick?"

Feng Wuwu retreated again, and a trace of fear suddenly appeared in his heart.