Su Mohan stood in place and watched her figure not move, his expression softened a little.

After turning the medicine box out and putting it on the coffee table, Concubine Ye turned her head to look at the man who was still standing still, and motioned for him to come over.

But Su Mohan was still in place, as if he was waiting for her to speak.

In the end, after a two-minute stalemate, Concubine Ye walked in the direction of the bedroom.

Su Mohan's heart tightened, and he grabbed her hand a little annoyed: "This is leaving?" ”

"I'll go find a dress to put on."

Su Mohan let go of her and was silent, and when Concubine Ye came out with a coat, he was still clubbing in place.

Concubine Ye glanced at him, reached out to grab him, pulled him down to the side of the sofa and let him sit down.

Holding the soft little hand, his strength was a little stronger, and the temperature of her palm seemed to be able to reach the bottom of his heart, making him suddenly feel a little hot.

After opening the medicine box, Concubine Ye knelt on the sofa, raised her hand and gently helped him unbutton his pajamas, without too much expression.

Su Mohan didn't move, just kept looking at her.

Her two were a little white, with two thick blue and black under her eyes, her pupils were covered with fine bloodshots, and there was an indescribable tiredness between her eyebrows.

Her gaze was faint, as if there was no trace of warmth, but the movement of unbuttoning him was very light.

The buttons were unbuttoned little by little, and Concubine Ye's eyes fell on him, but her breathing was suffocated.

The original sturdy and perfect body has deep and shallow scars on it, even though it has become very light, it is still not difficult to imagine how difficult it was for him at the beginning.

Concubine Ye's nose was a little pantothenic, and she wet the clothes on his chest with alcohol, and then carefully tore off the pajamas that stuck to the skin little by little, and then took off the gauze soaked in blood.

The hideous gunshot wound was soon exposed, Concubine Ye's movements paused, and then she raised her hand and gently wiped it with alcohol, as if she was afraid of hurting him, her strength was very small, and her careful appearance made Su Mohan couldn't help but reach out and hug her waist.

Concubine Ye slowly stopped her movements and looked at him quietly.

Su Mohan's throat rolled a little, turned around slightly, put her on the sofa with her waist, stared at her pale little face, raised his hand to gently stroke her hair, and approached her lips little by little.

The faint smell of tobacco on his body became heavier and heavier in his snort, but Concubine Ye uncontrollably wanted him to press Jin Yuwei on the sofa like this, even if she knew that he was just acting on the spot, but she couldn't accept it at this moment.

The moment his kiss fell, Concubine Ye turned her head sideways to avoid it.

Su Mohan's lips fell on her chin, and then, Concubine Ye pushed him away and got up from the sofa and said, "You can bandage the wound yourself, I'll go to the kitchen to take a look first." ”

Su Mohan lowered his eyes and was a little upset, and reached out to grab her without speaking.

"Su Mohan, I'm going to the kitchen to have a look." Concubine Ye's voice became colder and she insisted.

"Do you mind if I get together with Jin Yuwei?" Su Mohan repeatedly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and tried to speak calmly, because what she said last night made him go to Jin Yuwei, and he still remembered it.

"Nope."

Concubine Ye opened her mouth to deny it, but she had to admit that this woman's name opportunity was about to become her nightmare.

"None? So how long are you going to do this! Su Mohan's words were cold, with a touch of irrepressible anger.