Chapter 371

Yu Qiqi sat on the edge of the bed cleverly.

The white and tender fingers felt their swollen lips, and it seemed that there was still Xi Muhan's breath on them.

Thinking of the deep kiss, Yu Qiqi gave a sweet smile.

She's like a sweet girl in love now.

On the other side of her, Xi Muhan's slender body half squatted, and his full finger abdomen was stained with some ointment. He was applying medicine to Yu Qiqi's legs.

His action is very gentle, as if his hand is a piece of good jade, a little effort will leave defects in general.

Yu Qiqi holds her cheek in both hands and looks at Xi Muhan who helps her apply medicine.

"Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, Yu Qiqi was stunned by the sound. She asked dully, "what?"

"Does it still hurt here?"

The cool fingertips glided over Yu Qiqi's bruise on his knee, like a feather across it. It was cool and comfortable, but it was itchy.

"No pain... Ah..."

Before she finished, the bruise was pressed by Xi Muhan, and Yu Qiqi's tears came out.

Yu Qiqi felt the pain and looked at Xi Muhan bitterly, "brother Han, why do you pinch me?"

Xi Muhan asked, "does it hurt?"

"Pain..." Yu Qiqi gave Xi Muhan a tearful look.

It's killing her.

The place pressed by Xi Muhan is still in pain.

Xi Muhan's lips slightly raised, "in the future, don't talk right and wrong in front of me."

"Oh

Xi Muhan squeezed out some ointment and applied it on Yu Qiqi's other bruises.

Stomach rang out the voice of Gulu, Xi Muhan raised his eyes to see Yu Qiyi, "hungry?"

Originally, he wanted to say that he was not hungry, but when he thought about what Xi Muhan had just said, Yu Qiqi rubbed his stomach in embarrassment, pouted his little mouth and said reluctantly, "I'm hungry."

"I'll have my servant cook for you."

"No." Yu Qiqi hugged Xi Muhan's neck, wrapped his long legs around his waist and hung on him like a monkey. "I want to eat your beef noodles."

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There was a knock outside the door. Xi Muhan held Yu Qiqi to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Han saw his young master standing at the door with a large "giant baby" in his arms.

Seeing this scene, Han's eyes almost fell out of his eyes, his mouth wide open and he couldn't speak.

Is this man really a young master?

And the posture of these two people... Is too ambiguous, too red for people's ears, right?

Even the old man couldn't help blushing.

The atmosphere is a little embarrassed. Yu Qiqi also feels it. She releases her hand around Xi Muhan's neck and wants to get off him.

Feeling the little girl's soft body sliding down, Xi Muhan suddenly reached out and tugged her ass to stop her action. His eyes looked at Lao Han coldly, "what's the matter?"

Lao Han quickly recovered from his stupor. He took back his chin and said, "I'll give Miss Yu some clothes."

Lao Han almost flashed his tongue. Just now, he almost said the four words "little lady".

Xi Muhan took the box in his hand, "you can go."

"Yes."

Lao Han stood at the door and wanted to see what would happen to them. But Xi Muhan didn't like him. He turned around and slammed the door, isolating Lao Han's sight.

Lao Han turned his lips. Even if he closed the door, he could not deny the fact that you two were in love with each other.

I don't know if old Tang knows about it.

I don't know if my wife knows about it.

Although he can't resist the power of the flood and famine in his body and wants to tell the world, thinking about the young master's means, Lao Han thinks that he'd better go home to wash and go to bed!