"Hmm—are you really okay?"

Yan Yiyi hesitated for a moment and asked again.

Qingli shook his head: "Well, it's okay. ”

"That's—"

Yan Yiyi stretched out her little paws, and pressed his neck through a thick layer of fabric.

The perfect feeling comes from the light tremor of the man's body.

Qingli: ""

Yan Yiyi: ""

"You liar!"

Qingli: ""

"Hurry up and show me! Otherwise, I'll let the little gangsters help me! ”

Little Black roars with excitement!!

In the friction and waving palms, I have long seen that this green is not pleasing to the eye.

Since he appeared, the little princess now seriously dislikes it and doesn't let it hug.

So much so that now, like a resentful woman, can only silently follow the little princess, glaring at them with a resentful face.

Seeing that Qingli really didn't resist anymore, Yan Yiyi pulled his clothes again and climbed onto his shoulder.

The little paws tore at his thick neckline, pulled open a small slit, and leaned his head over to peek inside.

Snow-white skin, a neck that exudes a poetic luster.

This man is really perfect, he seems to have a strange body fragrance on his body, this fragrance is intoxicating and fascinating.

As soon as her head came over, she felt her mind even more dizzy.

Originally, I went to check the wounds on his body, but it was done later

It's so white and fragrant because it's too white, too delicate, so that the ugly and terrible wounds like long worms are wrapped around his snow-white neck, one after another, and the further down he goes, the more such wounds there are.

I can't count how many.

The wound was apparently new, had just been bruised, and had not yet fully scarred.

She didn't know if she was medicated or not, in short, she didn't have a bandage, looking at the bloodshot wound, Qingli only needed to accidentally touch the wound above, and the wound would crack open again, and blood would flow out of it.

Such a wound hurts just by looking at it, let alone it

I also have to wear a layer of clothing, and I feel like I am touching it when I walk.

Even those who have been on the battlefield for a long time will probably not be able to bear it.

How did Qingli manage to keep his face from changing? Can you still hold her and smile and talk to her as if you are not hurt?

I don't know how long Yan Yiyi watched it, until the man hugged her again and pulled her off his shoulders: "Don't look at the princess, the wound is ugly, lest the princess see dirty eyes and can't sleep at night." ”

When he said this, his tone was still as gentle as water, and it was not as warm as it looked.

Wei Sheng was right.

Qingli's face is unmatched in beauty.

The wounds on his body, however

Not only did he have wounds on his back, but also on his neck, but even his chest was full of wounds.

No wonder he was wearing such thick clothes today, in addition to covering the wound on his neck, there were also those new wounds on his chest, and when he held her, he would definitely involve the wound in front of him.

When the wound opens, blood will inevitably come out of it.

If he wore thicker clothes, it would be difficult for blood to soak through his clothes and be detected by her.

Thinking of this, Yan Yiyi hurriedly jumped out of his arms.

"Who hit all these wounds on your body?"

After asking, she felt that she was asking nonsense.

Who else could it be?

Either it's a female tyrant or it is

is like the Wei Sheng of Fang Cai, who only dared to live the addiction of his lips and humiliate him verbally.

I didn't dare to really hit him.

Obviously, there are only female tyrants.

What is Qing Wuyue doing beating him?

Could it be—