Lord Yan glanced at him, carried Fengjiu to the table and sat down, and ordered: "Bring the medicine."
Seeing this, Yingyi had no choice but to take the two women out. At the same time, he brought in the medicine and put it on the table. Looking at his master holding the young man and sitting on his lap like that, he opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but didn't know how to say it.
Fengjiu's body was stiff. The feeling of sitting on Lord Yan's thigh was as uncomfortable as sitting on a needle board. But someone seemed not to notice anything was wrong. He continued to do his own thing, not realizing that there was anything wrong.
"Lord Yan, um, my injury is nothing, so you don't need to apply medicine for me. I'd better go back first." She said as she was thinking about standing up, but as soon as her butt left his thigh, she was pushed down.
"Sit tight!"
Her body stiffened and she was pushed back onto his thighs, not daring to move.
Seeing this, Ying could only sigh and walk out, standing guard outside the door. Needless to say, it seemed that the master was already stuck in the mud and could not be pulled out.
"Yingyi? Why did I see those two women going back crying? What happened? Didn't the master let them sleep with him?" Gray Wolf walked in and saw Yingyi guarding outside the door. He couldn't help but walk forward curiously.
"Why are you here?" Ying Yi stood at the door, glanced inside, and stepped forward to stop the man. He didn't want him to see the master inside holding the young man and applying medicine!
"What's going on? Why are you stopping me?"
Gray Wolf was confused. Seeing that the door was not closed, he poked his head inside, but saw an old man standing in front of him. He was annoyed and reached out to pull the man away: "What are you doing?"
However, when he saw the scene in the room, his legs went weak and he almost fell down.
"I, I'm not seeing things? The master is holding that boy?" He grabbed Yingyi's clothes with one hand, his eyes widened in shock.
Ying Yi pulled him to a place a little outside to prevent the conversation from being heard by the master inside, and said, "Even if you saw it, pretend you didn't see it. Go back to where you came from. The master is too busy to see you now."
"No, they..."
"Don't ask me, I know nothing." Ying Yi said, pursing his lips, and returned to the door with a gloomy face to guard it.
In the room, Fengjiu looked at the extremely ugly bandage on her forearm, the corners of her mouth twitching uncontrollably. She tilted her head slightly and looked at the Lord of Hell without a mask at such a close distance. The more she looked, the more she felt that she might have seen him before.
"Master Yan, have we met before?"
Hearing this, Lord Yan remembered that he had not put on his mask after bathing. His eyes flashed with a faint light. He looked up at her, and did not intend to withdraw his hand from her waist. Instead, he diverted his attention and asked, "How long do you plan to keep this stuff on your face?"
"ah?"
Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, then she thought of the face covered with black and green ointment and grinned, "It should be almost there in a few days."
In a few days, her beautiful face will be restored. I’m excited just thinking about it.
Seeing her smiling with eyes curved, the faint medicinal fragrance from her body rushed into his nostrils. Holding her warm and soft body in his arms, his eyes gradually darkened, his throat rolled up and down, and he felt a fire rising in his body.