Ye Qingluo's pupils dilated at this moment.
These wounds were from the battle between King Ling's tomb and Bao Shengfa.
After Mu Zifei's treatment and pain relief, she didn't feel the pain.
They also ignored these small injuries on their bodies.
Not just her arms, her back, her legs, her whole body...
They were all bright red wounds dripping with blood.
Rao herself, when she saw this scene, she couldn't help trembling.
Not to mention, Di Moxuan who stood aside and had a panoramic view of her body and mind.
When he said "clean up", did he mean to let her wash away the mess all over her body
She thought that Di Moxuan was because of...
Ye Qingluo curled up in the water, and the shyness on her face disappeared.
Her pink lips trembled, a little hoarse: "Ah Xuan, you go out first."
Such a body made her shudder even when she saw it.
Facing such a body full of scars, how could Di Moxuan react...
Women are those who please themselves.
No matter who it is, they don't want their beloved to see such an unbearable side of themselves.
Di Moxuan stared deeply at the girl whose air pressure was inexplicably low in the water, and frowned.
Just now, he had a shy face, all kinds of embarrassment turned into anger, like an angry little wild cat.
Why suddenly, so lost
"Get out... get out!" Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips.
After shouting this sentence, her mouth was buried in the water.
It seemed that the whole person was submerged in the water, and he didn't want him to see it.
I caught a glimpse of the splashed warm water, with traces of blood.
Di Moxuan understood.
Those twinkling peach blossom eyes were stained with a smile.
He bent down, and the wide purple robe was rolled up to his wrists, and both hands dipped into the water.
Ye Qingluo froze and shrank to one side.
The warm water splashed wet his robe.
However, his big palm forcibly held her arms, and with a little force, he raised her chin, which was half buried in the water.
"Wash, or... I'll wash for you."
Low and hoarse voice, with a bit of frivolity and playfulness.
Ye Qingluo's eyes widened, and her cheeks couldn't help but blush again.
When looking up at him, his expression was still so indifferent.
It can even be said that it is a bit cold.
The bright Gu Panmei eyes dimmed slightly.
He, he still cares about her who is covered with wounds now.
Otherwise, why would he look so indifferent
Maybe it's because of the injury, or maybe it's... The man standing by is the person she cares about the most.
The girl curled up in the white mist looked extremely fragile.
In the past, even if she was shot, she could survive the situation of life and death alone.
Even if she was subjected to deboning and inhuman torture, she was still strong and would not make a sound.
Unfortunately, in front of this man, her emotions will never be truly indifferent.
"I really mind." The elegant voice floated down from the top of her head.
When the words hit Ye Qingluo's ears, her eyelashes trembled, and the light in her eyes became dimmer.
The man behind seemed to squat down.
The scorching breath enveloped her back.
The man's black hair, like a cloud of smoke, fell into the water and stained the girl's skin.
Itchy, a little unbearable.
Immediately afterwards, a voice that was as mellow as fine wine sank into her eardrums very clearly: "I really mind, mind you making yourself into this look, but you won't ask me for help anyway."
Ye Qingluo's delicate body trembled slightly, and finally she slowly limp in Di Moxuan's arms soaked in warm water.
"Looking at the woman I love, being scarred by others... Have you ever thought about how much my heart hurts?"
Di Moxuan's accusation made Ye Qingluo's heart tremble violently.
Eyelashes, I don't know whether it's fog or tears, they are stained with moisture.