The blood that poured out of despair flowed into Emperor Canglan's mouth, but it was only the time of a pillar of incense. The trauma on Di Canglan's body healed at an incredible speed.

The damaged internal organs in the body are nourished by the blood, and the bleeding is slowly stopped, and it gradually recovers.

Seeing that Di Canglan's face had improved, the heart that had been hanging in the air finally let go.

Then the maidservant entered the room with clean hands.

Shui Fengran said to Jue Dumping: "The blood on his body needs to be cleaned up." ”

Absolute Dumpling took the water and put it aside, letting Shui Fengran, Yunqi and the maidservant retreat.

Her own man, to do it herself.

After Shui Fengran and Yun Qi retreated, Jie Dumpling ordered someone to prepare a soup bath, she took off the clothes on Di Canglan's body, took a clean towel, and controlled the remaining blood on his body.

After the soup bath was ready, he helped Di Canglan into the soup bath.

Emperor Cang was in a coma, and the whole person was in a daze, but all he was worried about was the safety of the absolute collapse.

After regaining a little confusion, he crawled out of the tub and was about to die.

She was covered in water and soaked, and she felt sorry for him, angry, and funny at the same time.

In her heart, Di Canglan is the god of war who can never be defeated, how could there have been such a time when she was so embarrassed, so fragile.

She hugged Di Canglan's back from behind, pressed her face against his sturdy back, and supported him, "Canglan, Yan'er is by your side." ”

Di Canglan's brain was dazed, and he could hear clearly what the Absolute Dump was saying, and struggled weakly in the arms of the Absolute Dump.

In desperation, he had no choice but to step into the bathtub, move to the front of Di Canglan, hold Di Canglan's cold face, stand on tiptoe, kiss his lips that kept shouting the name of the absolute dump, and cross his breath into Di Canglan's mouth.

Xu is breath lingering in his lips and teeth, it is a breath that Emperor Canglan is familiar with and can never forget, he gradually calmed down, opened his blurred eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him.

Grabbing the hand of the bathtub, he slowly let go, hugged the woman's waist, and tightened it from the gentle inch, as if to integrate the woman into his bones, "Death...... Mourning ......"|

"Yan'er is by your side, don't go anywhere, just stay by your side, you are obedient, and sleep obediently." He felt that the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and there was a dull pain.

But she didn't struggle, hugged Di Canglan's body, let him slowly sit back in the bathtub, picked up the handkerchief, and scrubbed his body.

Di Canglan hugged her and didn't let go, thinking that she was dreaming, let go of her hand, and the dream would wake up.

He hung his head, buried his head in the pit of his neck, and rubbed his face on her neck like a child, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

Jue Dump was unable to do anything by him, and he couldn't scrub his body, so he wanted to push him away.

But the more he pushed him, the tighter he hugged him.

A breath lingering around his ears teased her neck's crispy, itchy, and constantly pouting small mouth, which swept over her sensitive ears from time to time, and she couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

If it weren't for his weakness, he would have been teased by him unconsciously, and I really wanted to throw him on the bed and swallow him.

This bath lasted nearly two hours, and the absolute dump finally ordered Di Canglan's sleeping hole, separated him from his body, scrubbed him clean, helped him to the bed, and covered the quilt.

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