The long eyelashes like butterfly wings hung with tears welling up from the pain.

Like herself, beautiful and fragile.

Mo Yingyan's slender fingers stretched out, and her fingertips gently hooked the belt of her slender waist, with a slight force......

Instantly.

The silky white undershirt pours down the same fair and delicate skin.

Finally, spread it on the reddish bed.

Large patches of fair skin were exposed, covered with patches of delicate rose red marks.

Red and white, intertwined with a brilliant picture.

Mo Yingyan's fingertips were dipped in milky white ointment, and little by little, he carefully applied it to Su Ruotang's skin.

Under the hazy light of the night pearl, the snow-white girl was weak and boneless and trapped between the bedding embroidered with dragons and phoenixes.

A man in a red wedding dress, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, knelt on the side of the bed, his slender fingertips dipped in white ointment, slowly wiping those rose-like marks.

In the depths of the deep eyes, it seems to be covered with surging dark clouds, gloomy and up-and-down, obscure.

He was a little, extremely serious, and never leaked a single skin.

The cool ointment spread all over the body, and the burning sensation of the fire gradually dissipated.

The faint medicinal fragrance, accompanied by the clear fragrance of cedar, lingered on the tip of the nose, and Su Ruotang slowly opened his eyes.

What catches your eye is a very familiar figure.

Mo Yingyan took the clean handkerchief, slowly wiped the ointment off her fingertips, met her confused eyes, and said in a low voice: "I wiped the medicine for you, and you can sleep again." ”

Su Ruotang suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist with excellent lines.

Mo Yingyan's gaze slowly moved downward, landing on the warm little hand.

Probably because his mind was not fully awake, Su Ruotang's dark pupils had no focus, and the syllables he spit out were blurred, "I don't sleep, I want to drink......"

Drink?

Mo Yingyan raised his eyes and glanced at the two glasses of wine next to the dragon and phoenix candles, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Wine?" ”

Su Ruotang was not conscious, and when he heard the word wine in a daze, he nodded.

Mo Yingyan pondered for a moment, looked at the half-lit dragon and phoenix double candles, and the moist sound quality was attached to an inexplicable meaning, "Do you really want to drink?" Can you drink alcohol with allergies? ”

"If you can drink, go get the wine......" Su Ruotang urged impatiently.

Mo Yingyan glanced at her deeply, stepped away with her long legs, touched the white jade cup with her fingertips, and paused slightly.

Glancing sideways at the beautiful woman on the bed, she was silent for a moment, then picked up two glasses of wine and returned to the bed.

Su Ruotang propped himself up, and instinctively reached out to take the wine glass in his hand.

Mo Yingyan let go of the situation, allowing her to successfully get the wine glass, and just reached her lips, her wrist was pinched.

The man's unhurried voice came: "This wine is not drunk like this. ”

Su Ruotang looked up at him in confusion.

The rippling peach blossom eyes, soaked in seductive water, but the eyes are confused, revealing innocent confusion, the ultimate contrast, with an unconscious seduction.

Mo Yingyan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and she raised her hand to cover her eyes, "You should drink like this." ”

As he spoke, he held the wine glass with his hand, went around Su Ruotang's arm, intersected with her wrist, and handed the wine glass to his lips, "Drink." ”

The man's cold white skin, against the backdrop of the red wedding dress, glowed white without seeing the light of day.

The extreme fairness and beautiful appearance are blended, revealing the bewitching and morbid beauty.

Su Ruotang followed his example in a daze, and put the wine glass to his lips.

The two drank the wine at about the same time.

"Hmm, it's so hard to drink...... the wine went down, and Su Ruotang threw the wine glass on the carpet in disgust.

Mo Yingyan bent down, picked up the wine glass, and rubbed his white fingertips on the rim of the glass.

The next second, he stood up, walked to the side of the cabinet, and put two wine glasses into the cabinet.

Su Ruotang was lying on the bed, his unfocused pupils reflecting the man's back as he gradually walked away.

She bit her lip, and her vague voice overflowed, "I gave her a token of love...... Marry me...... Unclean dog man. ”

Mo Yingyan paused, put away the cup, and walked to Dingding to look at her, no emotion could be seen in his eyes, and his voice was indifferent, "Awake?" ”

Su Ruotang was stimulated by his cold tone, tilted his head slightly, and spit out a word, "Get out!" ”

Unclean dog man, fairy don't!

When the words fell, she frowned and scratched the allergic position on her body, "Itchy......"

Mo Yingyan pinched her wrist and said in a deep voice, "I just applied the ointment, so I can't catch it." ”

Su Ruotang was stunned for a moment, grievances appeared in her eyes, and she struggled to break free from the man's shackles, "You murder me, let go of ......"

There are women outside the dog man, let her rest early on the wedding night, and he doesn't want to drink with her, and now he dares to kill her, this day can't be lived!

She's going to divorce the dog man!

Mo Yingyan directly pulled the person into his arms, re-dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and blew gently while applying.

The man's body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people due to the cold poison in his body, and the cool breath swept over his skin and diluted the pain.

was half-held in the arms of the man, the burning pain on the skin gradually subsided, Su Ruotang no longer struggled, and his confused brain gradually cleared up.

Her eyelids drooped, and she looked silently at the fat rabbit on the bracelet.

After a few moments, the pain in her body had completely subsided, and she sat up and looked sideways at the man behind her.

The corners of his lips rose, with a mocking arc, "The rumors are indeed true." ”

Mo Yingyan's slender fingers, dipped in the ointment, slowly rubbed her white and tender skin, and applied the ointment again, her moist voice was still calm, "Rumors? ”

Looking at his calm and indifferent, but gentle and detached appearance, the curvature of the sarcasm on the corner of Su Ruotang's lips increased, "Heh, the world calls the three princes immortals, and I think it is more appropriate to call them bodhisattvas." ”

"On the wedding day, I received a gift from my childhood sweetheart, and I can still care about my paper wife when I send away the guests, I have to say that the Bodhisattva does not have your heart and compassion."

Mo Yingyan slowly took the silk handkerchief on the side, wiped the remaining ointment on his fingertips, and glanced at the outhouse, "Open it?" What to send? ”

Su Ruotang closed his eyes directly, too lazy to answer.

Her marriage to Mo Yingyan was a transaction.

She wanted to try to get along with him before, but the hairpin cut off her budding idea.

"Little Begonia ......"

Mo Yingyan suddenly whispered.