Chapter 187

Zhao Wanxi still refused to give up. She climbed up the ladder to the roof. The slanting tile surface was a little slippery. She walked carefully every step.

The slopes on both sides of the roof are sharp, and the soil is really hard to place. Unless a craftsman makes a clay chisel on the roof, the flower seeds can't be planted.

Zhao Wanxi refused to give up. She wandered back and forth on the roof, hoping to find another way, but to no avail.

At a glance, Leng junao suddenly bumps into her eyes. He is looking up at her with a wooden crutch and his back to the sun. He is as handsome as a God's residence in a white and fine embroidered robe with crescent moon. His whole body seems to be covered with a layer of halo, and the eagle's eyes covered with shadow are even more profound.

Zhao Wanxi's eyes suddenly brightened, but her heart shrank, her feet suddenly slipped, her body lost its balance and fell down. It's over!

Leng Jun's black pupil, which is like ink, is also enlarged in an instant. There is no time to think about it. He throws the wooden crutch under his arm and rushes forward to catch her steadily.

There was a cold sweat on his back. The man couldn't tell whether it was the pain caused by the wound pulling or the cold sweat scared by her.

Leng Jun's face was black, and her voice almost growled in her ear: "don't you die?"

Zhao Wanxi thought she was going to fall head down, but this time she was dead. But the man put her in his arms. As soon as she looked up, she saw the man's sweat oozing out of his forehead, and she immediately reacted to it -

"the seventh Prince's injury Are you ok? I It's really not intentional. "

She quickly jumped out of the man's arms, reached out to his abdomen, and wanted to check the injury for him. However, she saw that the man's crescent white robe exuded red blood. It was obvious that after the fierce force just now, his wound split again.

Zhao Wanxi looked at the man's face with a guilty heart, but Leng junao's face was expressionless. Her sharp eagle eyes glanced at her: "you say How to calculate this account! "

“……”

Zhao Wanxi pursed her lower lip. The man did save her just now, and the wound must be very painful.

Leng junao frowned and looked like ice: "why don't you talk?"

Zhao Wanxi stood in the same place, but her apricot eyes were staring at the man's abdomen. The area of red blood was getting bigger and bigger. No way! She had to help him with the wound first.

"You come into the room with me..."

Her red face, gently pulled his sleeve, tone showing guilty flattery, Leng Jun Ao didn't object, the dark eagle eyes flashed a light, obediently followed her into the first floor guest room.

As soon as she entered the room, Zhao Wanxi closed the door. As she opened the door to get the medicine box, she said to the man behind her: "you take off your clothes..."

When she took the medicine box, she was about to turn around, and her tall figure came down. She was wrapped by a man between him and the wardrobe, a feeling of deja vu.

"Woman, let me take off my clothes as soon as I meet you. Are you a little impatient, too unpretentious, but I like it

Leng Jun Ao's low voice is full of uninhibited bad laughter, but her face is calm to the extreme. Her eyes are as deep as an ancient pool, and there seems to be a huge magnetic field hidden in the depths of her eyes. She wants to absorb all her soul.

Zhao Wanxi's face became more red, her eyes narrowed and drooped, and she said in a voice: "you don't want to face! They just want to help you deal with the wound.... "

A woman's posture of falling in love with her country and city is full of shyness, which reflects Leng Jun's deep eyes. Her body is slightly stiff, her throat is rolling up and down, and she chokes slightly.