"Hold it." Xiangyu was in his arms, and the corners of Uncle Mo Ze's lips were slightly raised, and he said gently.

"Hmm...."Feng Yan leaned on the side of Uncle Mo Ze, and gently put his hands on Uncle Mo Ze's waist, "It's okay." ”

Feeling the strength of his waist, Uncle Mo Ze lowered his eyes and looked at the woman beside him, "Are you disgusting this king?" ”

Feng Xiang: "Huh? "Where do you start!?

"Your hand is just lightly on the king's waist, what do you mean?" Uncle Mo Ze raised his eyebrows, "If you wait for a while, this king's hand trembles, and you accidentally fall to the ground, this crime ...... Who's it? ”

"Uh...."Feng Yu was dumbfounded. How do you put it? ”

"Hold on." Uncle Mo Ze said coldly.

"Oh....." Feng Yan took his hand.

"Hold on tighter." Uncle Mo Ze said.

"Oh......" Feng Yan took his hand again.

"You ....." this hand is the same as confiscation! Uncle Mo Ze looked coldly, "Is there a thorn on this king's waist?" ”

"There are ...... injuries," Feng said weakly.

In the battle of Tafeng, Uncle Mo Ze was seriously injured in three places.

One on the back, one on the waist, and one on the arm.

It is precisely these three injuries that were caused by her....

And half a month has passed, and none of the three wounds are scarred and compounded.

Hearing this, Uncle Mo Ze's eyebrows froze, hooked his lips and chuckled, "Then hug it up." ”

"There is also a ..... on the back," Feng Yan said with his eyebrows down.

"You!" The previous breath was also happy that Feng Yu could take care of himself. Next Breath ..... Uncle Mo Ze only felt that the injuries on this body were really annoying!

"I.... I'll hug my neck....." Seeing that Uncle Mo Ze was cloudy in an instant, Feng Yan hurriedly raised his hand.

How....

Before she could completely raise her hand, she was tightly grasped by Uncle Mo Ze.

"Hug your waist." Feng Yan has an injury on his left shoulder, and if he keeps holding it high, he will definitely not feel good. Uncle Mo Ze frowned sternly, and said undoubtedly: "Hold tight!" ”

This word "tight", I am afraid that Feng Yan will be like just now, and Uncle Mo Ze deliberately accentuated the sound.

"There are injuries." Feng Yan refused with a face.

"Don't want to go back?" Uncle Mo Ze squinted.

"You ....." damn man, you actually dare to threaten her! Feng Yan stared.

"Okay..... Uncle Mo Ze grabbed Feng Yan's hand and slowly put it on his waist, "Half a month has passed, and these injuries have already healed." ”

"Liar." Feng Yan said: "The injury on your arm has deteriorated, and even the other wounds on your body will not heal for a long time. ”

"How do you know?" Hearing this, Uncle Mo Ze raised his eyebrows lightly.

He's dressed now, and his wounds are well bandaged.

Hearing this, Feng Yan first stared at Uncle Mo Ze's whole body, and then his red lips opened lightly, and he squinted with a smile: "When you woke up, were you naked?" ”

Uncle Mo Ze: "....."

Now he understands.

When he woke up, he thought his clothes were Xuanyi......

"You took it off?" After being silent for a while, Uncle Mo Ze looked at Feng Yan with strange eyes.

"yes." Feng Xiang generously admitted.

Anyway, it's all about detoxifying this man.

"This king understands." Uncle Mo Ze said meaningfully.

"Understand what?" Is there anything to understand here? Looking at a certain man's expression, Feng Yu really didn't understand.

"Nothing." Uncle Mo Ze shook his head gently, "Hold it tight, this injury is not in the way." ”

"Okay....." That's it, if she continues to refuse, I'm afraid she really won't be able to leave today.

In desperation, Feng Yan relied on his memory and carefully hugged Uncle Mo Ze's waist, trying to avoid touching his wounds.