But the blood on his hands made him want to withdraw quickly, fearing that Luo Liyan's wound would be dirty.
"Are you stupid!" Luo Liyan's eyebrows suddenly gathered into two hills, she grabbed Yu Chiche's injured big palm with distress, and blew gently.
The familiar movements and the familiar tone made Yu Chiche's heart feel like being stabbed continuously by a knife.
Exactly the same appearance, unique body fragrance, and the same love and behavior as before, all revealed that this woman who has not changed in twelve years is a beloved person hidden in my heart and cannot be touched.
He didn't need to prove it at all.
Since there are some things she is unwilling to admit, there must be her reasons. I don't need to force her, and I have the ability to get the answer from other places.
"Hurry up and call the doctor!" Luo Liyan couldn't help growling when she saw that Yu Chiche's eyebrows and eyes were slightly narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The most troublesome thing is that the scum is embedded in the flesh, and when they are picked out one by one, he must be tortured to death.
"I'm fine, but your face..." Yu Chiche came back to his senses, his eyes were full of distress and self-blame, but he didn't dare to continue.
"What's wrong with my face?" Luo Liyan stupidly stretched out her hand to touch her face, but Yu Chiche grabbed her wrist, and then yelled into the air.
"Quickly go to the imperial doctor's office and invite old doctor Li."
Luo Liyan frowned, looking at his nervous and guilty appearance, and then slowly began to feel a slight tingling sensation on her face.
"Could it be that you disfigured me?" She widened her eyes in astonishment.
In fact, Luo Liyan was not angry, but a little lamented about her thick lines, and she didn't even feel a bit injured.
Could it be just a bruise the size of a sesame mung bean? Yu Chiche cares a lot, so he makes a fuss over a molehill, right
"Don't worry, I won't disfigure you." Yu Chiche grabbed Luo Liyan's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, then hugged her up.
The water-soaked clothes stuck to her body, revealing her curves.
Yu Chiche flipped his palm over, hooked his five fingers slightly, and the cloak that was placed on the soft couch flew over quickly and covered Luo Liyan's body.
"Fuck, ghost!" Luo Li's cherry red mouth slightly opened, and she let out an incredible scream.
Yu Chiche staggered, looking at the little man in his arms with a gloomy gaze, feeling rather helpless.
"It's just an ordinary effort."
If her appearance can be called a ghost, then her face that has not changed in the past twelve years...
Is it a ghost
Is it a demon
Or a fairy
But no matter what she is, in Yu Chiche's heart, she is just the untouchable scale in his life that he has loved for twelve years.
"Then is there really a river and lake in this world?" Seeing that Yu Chiche was finally not struggling with his identity, Luo Liyan relaxed, and his calf dangled leisurely in mid-air.
"Yes, do you like it?" Yu Chiche's cold voice carried imperceptible tenderness.
Before Luo Liyan could open her mouth, he saw the fireworks blooming in her smoky star pupils.
"Since you like it, after the big wedding, I will take you to see the three-year martial arts conference."
Hearing his words, Luo Liyan's complexion froze slightly, and a little blush appeared in the base of her ears.