"Wipe clean and lie down."
Di Moxuan's voice was still a little hoarse.
Ye Qingluo immediately wrapped the silk cloth tightly, wrapping her body tightly without revealing a single gap.
Even growing up in the open world of the twenty-first century.
But Ye Qingluo has always kept himself clean, never committing himself to anyone for the sake of missions or the development of the hidden Ye family.
Even Ye Qingluo, who was once a waste and coward, never surrendered herself in order to capture Leng Fenghua's heart when she fell in love with Leng Fenghua.
No matter in the previous life or in this life.
Di Moxuan was the only man she had intimate contact with.
"Don't wipe it?" Di Moxuan frowned, half-closed his peach blossom eyes, and slowly leaned over, "Wait for me to help you?"
Ye Qingluo pursed her lips even tighter, blushed, and shrank back into the bed: "I don't need your help, can you go out first."
Di Moxuan did not answer.
Instead, he expressed his answer directly with actions.
He went straight to the bed, bent down, stretched out his long arms, and wrapped him in his arms with the silk cloth.
Just when Ye Qingluo thought what he was going to do.
The man wrapped himself in a silk cloth, and gently wiped the water droplets on her body.
Ye Qingluo was slightly taken aback by this gentle move.
With moist and charming eyes, he stared at Di Moxuan's peerless face.
Even when he lay on the bed at the mercy of Di Moxuan, he still hadn't recovered.
"It may hurt a little, bear with it." Di Moxuan's voice became hoarse.
That magnetic voice, like a feather, tickled every part of her heart.
Ye Qingluo blinked her eyes in a daze, obviously intoxicated by the beauty trap and unable to extricate herself.
Until, a cool feeling hit the back.
Immediately afterwards, her delicate body trembled, and a sharp pain suddenly hit her whole body.
"Well… "
The pain completely brought her back to her senses.
Ye Qingluo wanted to move, but her limbs were so painful that she had no strength left.
With a slight movement, the skin felt a sharp pain like tearing.
"Sealing the pain sensation for a long time is not suitable for the recovery of the injury, and it will also cause great damage to the body." Sitting beside the bed, Di Moxuan was holding a white jade medicine bottle with his slender fingers.
Ye Qingluo was dripping with cold sweat from the pain, and caught a glimpse of the medicine bottle.
This is the medicine bottle that Di Moxuan was holding in his hand when he broke into the room just now.
He... came to give her medicine
In my heart, I was moved.
Di Moxuan hummed lightly again in his ear: "It's okay to die from pain, but it doesn't hurt, you don't know how to have a long memory."
"..." Lord Regal, can we still have fun
The emotion that had just arisen suddenly disappeared.
When Di Moxuan applied the medicine, he was very serious and cautious.
The ink hair, like a cloud of smoke, fell down.
He brushed his black hair away from time to time, so as not to fall on Ye Qingluo's body and sweep the medicine dew off her body.
The crystal-clear and transparent medicinal dew diffuses overnight and clears every skin on the body.
After the cold feeling, there was the sharp pain of the wound tearing.
This is a disinfectant and anti-inflammatory medicinal dew, and it can also wash away the pain-relieving powder that Mu Zifei used to treat her wounds.
Enduring the pain, Ye Qingluo lay prone on the bed, her slender fingers tightly clutching the sheet under her body.
Her little face was reddish, her eyes were tightly closed, and her expression was slightly painful.
The white teeth bit her lower lip tightly, as if restraining herself from moaning in pain.
But in fact, only she understands.
Her current situation is basically—
Pain and happiness.