Huan Qingyan looked at death as if she were at home, and stretched out her little white hand that did not bleed, but was slapped away by Jimo Ya!
Jimo Ya stopped talking nonsense to her, and directly grabbed her finger that was bleeding out.
Huan Qingyan's body was pushed forward, and almost fell on his lap, Jimo Ya had been prepared for a long time, a chair was placed between the two of them, Huan Qingyan crawled on the chair, getting close to Jimo Ya close by...
A pair of big breasts are also squeezed on the chair back, which is particularly eye-catching.
Jimo Ya only took a glance, then moved his eyes away, hiding the inexplicable slight heat in his eyes.
From his waist, he took out a jade-colored vial like a conjurer, and inside it was a bottle of ointment, which Huan Qingyan gently applied to the injured area.
"Hemostatic ointment."
After Huan Qingyan was caught by him from her small hand, she has been in a state of petrification.
Lord God!
The male god who even the Chuiyun royal family wanted to be the guest of honor condescended to give her the medicine himself
And being so close to the male god, she could smell a vague fragrance from the male god's body, which penetrated directly into her nose.
How would you describe that scent
It's just the smell that makes the index finger move, I really want to eat, and the gluttons in the whole body will start to move...
Huan Qingyan's saliva was about to flow out, and he said like a ghost, "Young Ziya, you smell so good."
Jimo Ya's eyes turned cold.
Letting go of her fingers, the chair she was crawling on was pushed far away.
The voice was cold and indifferent, "Okay, you have worked hard cooking today, you can go down and rest first."
Huan Qingyan hugged the back of the chair tightly so as not to be thrown out.
The appearance of the chair flying out is like riding a roller coaster! Fortunately, it finally landed safely.
Huan was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.
Hey, what the hell are you trying to do? Isn't it just boasting that you have a fragrance? Just play Need for Speed for her!
In front of outsiders, the image of Mr. Pian Pianjia is actually a moody big devil.
As soon as he left Jimo Ya's side, the tempting scent disappeared.
Huan Qingyan can't just withdraw like this, her favorability has not been raised, and now her points have dropped, she still wants to make up for it!
Salivating, "It's not hard, I can serve Mr. Jimo, the little girl is not hard at all, the little girl will continue to serve the young master after dinner..."
Jimo Ya's eyes slanted slightly, from the perspective of his phantom face, alas, this is the rhythm of the whole universe to be handsome!
"Take this plate of crabs and fish down, peel all the shells and pick the thorns, and bring them up again."
Huan Qingyan immediately jumped off the chair, "Oh, my fingers seem to be bleeding again, Qingyan should go down and rest for a while, so that I can serve you better in the future, my lord. Let's go down and rest first. Young master, take it easy! Take it easy... "
With that said, he exited the kitchen yard like a gust of wind, and disappeared.
Jimo Ya watched her back go away, a trace of a smile crept up the corner of his lips without checking.
With a movement between the fingers, a small dark red blood drop rolled.
It is the drop that Huan Qingyan just flowed out.
Jimo Ya said, "Mo Si."
Mo Si, who was hiding in the dark, appeared silently, "Young Master."
"You take this drop of blood to the Holy Court for testing." Jimo Ya looked at the drop of fresh blood and said.
Mo four times, "Young master, don't you have a demon mirror on you? Didn't you respond?"