Lu Nanfeng stretched out his arms again, wanting to hold Meng Zhiyi in his arms, but Meng Zhiyi stretched out his fingers, pressed his forehead, and pushed him out.

"Lu Nanfeng, are you clear in your mind now?"

Lu Nanfeng nodded.

"Tell me, then, what kind of injury did you have? Where are the wounds?"

Hearing Meng Zhiyi's question, Lu Nanfeng directly reached out and ripped off the thin middle coat he was wearing.

Meng Zhiyi saw several black whip marks on his chest.

I saw Lu Nanfeng turn his back again, and let Meng Zhiyi take a good look at his back, which also had the same intricately intertwined black whip marks.

It looks like the place is quite deep.

Meng Zhiyi's nose instantly became sour, and his eyes were a little blurry.

He took a step forward and lightly touched the wounds with his fingers, "Why didn't you take the medicine?"

Lu Nanfeng didn't answer Meng Zhiyi's question, and pulled his clothes to wear them, but was held down by Meng Zhiyi.

Meng Zhiyi stepped forward and gently wrapped his hand around his waist and rested his cheek on his chest.

"Lu Nanfeng, I didn't want to forgive you." Meng Zhiyi said softly.

"Don't forgive, don't forgive." Lu Nanfeng put his arm around Meng Zhiyi's shoulder and patted him gently.

Meng Zhiyi was amused again by his childish tone, "If I don't forgive you, what are you going to do?"

"The lady will definitely forgive me in the future, and the husband will do better and love the lady even more. The lady will relent, and forgive me."

"You know that quite well. You know I'm soft-hearted and pretty good at handling me, aren't you?"

"No, no." Lu Nanfeng hurriedly denied it.

"Alright, where is your ointment? I'll give you some medicine for your wounds."

Meng Zhiyi pushed Lu Nanfeng.

Otherwise, he would have to squeeze himself inch by inch. I'm not afraid of the wounds on my body.

"I don't know." Lu Nanfeng leaned his head on Meng Zhiyi's shoulder and blew softly.

Blowing and blowing his lips, he leaned in, slowly sucking on the skin outside her neck.

"What are you doing, stand up honestly for me."

Meng Zhiyi held his forehead and pushed the person outside.

Lu Nanfeng squeezed into it even more.

"The lady hurts so much." Lu Nanfeng frowned, and complained with some dissatisfaction.

Meng Zhiyi didn't believe his trick, and then said, "You still touched my wound, and I also hurt."

As soon as he heard this, Lu Nanfeng hurriedly moved away, "Lady, let me see your wounds."

As he spoke, he started to pull Meng Zhiyi's clothes.

I don't know if he used ingenuity or what, Meng Zhiyi found that his clothes belt had been untied at some point.

She looked at Lu Nanfeng with an incredulous expression, and then looked at the belt under her armpit and waist, and she didn't know when it had already dispersed.

"Lu Nanfeng, are you drunk? Don't pretend to me if you're not drunk."

Lu Nanfeng lowered his head and shook his expression, "I'm not drunk."

Meng Zhiyi: "......"

Only those who are drunk will say that they are not drunk.

So is this guy drunk or not?

Just when Meng Zhiyi was stunned, Lu Nanfeng's hand had already reached into her back, and his warm fingertips gently rubbed the wound on her back.

"It's already scarred, has the lady medicated it properly?"

"Don't touch it. I've already drugged it in the evening, and you've wiped it all off now."

Meng Zhiyi pulled his hand out, "Where is your ointment?" I'll give you medicine for your wounds."

"No need, men have rough skin and thick flesh, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

Lu Nanfeng pulled Meng Zhiyi's hand again, wrapped it around his waist, circled her whole person, put the tip of his nose at the base of her ear, and exhaled softly

After that, he sighed again.

"The lady smells so good."

When she said this, Lu Nanfeng was still leading her steps, pushing people with her toes, and slowly went to the bed.

Meng Zhiyi discovered his intentions again, and he was almost laughed at.

This dog man is definitely pretending.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to rest?" Meng Zhiyi asked.

Lu Nanfeng nodded, "It's not too early, it's time to rest."

Meng Zhiyi also nodded, "Yes, rest, if you don't let me give you the ointment, I'll go back first, and I won't disturb your rest."

As soon as Lu Nanfeng heard Meng Zhiyi say this, his arm tightened, "I need to apply a plaster, I suddenly feel that the scars on my chest are still very painful, and I also have a few scars on my legs, I need the lady to give me medicine well."

Meng Zhiyi: "......"

This man is too doggy.

It's clear that you're still awake, and you're deliberately pretending to be in front of yourself.

Meng Zhiyi didn't bother to expose him, let him take out all the ointment, and then pulled the person to the bed, and lay down honestly. Meng Zhiyi first put some ointment on the whip marks on his chest.

"And on the legs."

Hearing Meng Zhiyi speak, Lu Nanfeng hurriedly reached out to untie his trouser belt.

Meng Zhiyi rolled his eyes, and looked at him without shame, and directly picked himself up.

Meng Zhiyi's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he also gave medicine to several scars on his legs. After that, he turned over and put some medicine on his back.

She counted it, and Lu Nanfeng had nearly twenty-eight whip marks on his body.

Looking at the thickness of the scar, thinking that Lu Nanfeng also suffered a lot in prison.

But looking at him like this, it was like he was completely fine.

"I'll see you drink again later."

Meng Zhiyi thought that when he came in just now, Lu Nanfeng was actually drinking.

"What do you drink when you're fine?" When did you get this problem with alcohol?" Meng Zhiyi asked angrily.

Lu Nanfeng lay on the bed in a proper manner, and looked at Meng Zhiyi with a pair of wet eyes, "Without the lady by my side, I can't sleep, I can fall asleep quickly by drinking some wine, and I can dream that the lady is by my side."

After finishing speaking, Lu Nanfeng reached out and grabbed Meng Zhiyi's hand in his palm.

Lu Nanfeng said, "I wiped off the ointment on the lady's body just now. Come and lie down, lady, and I'll give you some ointment!"

"No, I don't." Meng Zhiyi pulled the quilt and covered it with Lu Nanfeng, "I'll go back first."

After finishing speaking, he was about to stand up, but the anxious Lu Nanfeng reached out and pulled Meng Zhiyi directly into his arms, and pressed her directly on the bed.

"Lady, don't go." Chinese Net

Lu Nanfeng lowered his voice, and was worried that he would press Meng Zhiyi's wound, so he hurriedly turned sideways, but still tightly surrounded Meng Zhiyi.

Meng Zhiyi was a little helpless, "Didn't you say that now is the critical moment?"

"No matter." Lu Nanfeng buried his head in her collarbone and kissed her gently, "Don't leave when you come back."

"Then you can rest first!" Meng Zhiyi looked at Lu Nanfeng like this, and he was also a little soft-hearted.

I was worried that if I didn't have myself staring at him, he would not be able to apply the ointment well. In addition, it is so late, tossing back and forth, and I can't sleep anything when I go back, so it is better to sleep here and wake up earlier tomorrow.

After making up his mind, Meng Zhiyi obediently leaned into Lu Nanfeng's arms.

"Sleep, I'll leave tomorrow morning."

Lu Nanfeng did not respond.

I didn't know what I was playing when I raised my hand, and after turning off the light over there, I put my hot lips up.

The next day, when the sky was bright, Meng Zhiyi was woken up by Lu Nanfeng.

This man is really dishonest.

Meng Zhiyi was dazed and didn't forget to slap his hand away, "What time is it?"

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"It's early."

Lu Nanfeng's whole body hung above her, his head hidden in the quilt, and he looked like he was in a hurry on her chest.

Meng Zhiyi felt that he had kissed the wet dew on his body, "You still have injuries on your body, don't mess with me."

Hearing this refusal, Lu Nanfeng kissed him again, "My injuries have healed, and they are all scarred."

"No." Meng Zhiyi refused very firmly.

Lu Nanfeng popped his head out of the quilt, "Gently?"

Meng Zhiyi shook his head.

Lu Nanfeng got down from Meng Zhiyi in a dejected manner, lay down on the side, and said very aggrievedly, "Madame is too ruthless."

"I'm even more ruthless, do you believe it?"

Lu Nanfeng: "......"

Lu Nanfeng leaned sideways and faced Meng Zhiyi.

A hand was placed on her waist and slowly groped, "After so long, doesn't Madame miss me?"

"How could I possibly think of a man who had left me behind several times." Meng Zhiyi raised his eyebrows and said extremely coldly and arrogantly.

She is completely settling accounts after the autumn.

One yard to one yard.

A trace of debt crossed Lu Nanfeng's eyes, "That lady can beat me and scold me, but she can't really leave me."

"You can't say you can't?"

Lu Nanfeng sighed lightly, "Madam should be angry, it's not good for me."

Lu Nanfeng began to play with shameless abilities again, hugged Meng Zhiyi in his arms, and kissed him, "Lord Yang in the court is very afraid of guilt. It is said that every time he made his wife angry, he would go and kneel on an uneven stone, so that his wife would not be angry. I'll go back and find a rough stone to put it on. If Madame is angry with me, let me kneel on it and let myself be discouraged, okay?"

Meng Zhiyi held back a smile and shook his head, "Not good."

"What does the lady think?"

"I think I should go now. Little Ah Ci doesn't sleep now, he gets up early in the morning, don't wait for me to go back, he can't find anyone, he should cry again."

Meng Zhiyi sat up and tried to look for clothes, but found that his clothes were missing.

Lu Nanfeng supported his forehead with one hand, and watched Meng Zhiyi turn around quietly, and then pulled out a belly pocket from the quilt.

Meng Zhiyi realized that his clothes were actually ripped last night.

"Lu Nanfeng!"

Lu Nanfeng hooked the corners of Chun's lips, "Don't bother Madame to do it, I'll wear it for Madame."

"No, I don't." Meng Zhiyi said indignantly, "You don't worry about Xiao Aci crying! You don't miss your son at all, do you?"

This is another attempt to find fault with this matter!

Lu Nanfeng didn't forget Meng Zhiyi before, and he had an awkward relationship with himself because of this matter.