V2.Chapter 93

Yan Beicheng is still the same as in the past, grinning with pain and complaining in his mouth, "this king is just for you. You are such a woman. It's really, cough, the most poisonous woman's heart."

As he said this, he coughed, covering his lips, and his face was pale.

The flower eyes of the stranger were not angry, but they quickly raised their hands and patted him on the chest, trying to help him to be smooth. The palm of his hand was just put on his chest, and he was suddenly stunned and stopped in his hands.

She, how can she care about a person so much? Is it because he saved her that she subconsciously?

In his heart, he was puzzled, but Yan Beicheng's lip corner could not be checked lightly. "My king has been hurt like this, but the princess still wants to be contemptuous with me. It seems that I have treated you badly in the past."

The white ear root of the flower on the street had no origin of a red, and he quickly pulled his hand back. "What nonsense do you say? Besides, it's not good for your internal injury to say so many words. You'd better sit quietly and I'll heal for you."

As he spoke, he was about to twist the ointment and continue to apply it. However, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of Yan Beicheng's back of his hand before he could recover it. It turned out that there was a bright red burn on the back of his hand, which he had just received today and had not had time to bandage it.

She directly put light of the movement, his hand pulled over, drooping his eyes carefully watching, Liu Mei a little bit of frown up, eyes across a few unknown complex feelings, tightly pursed lips do not know what to say.

In silence, she took out a small bottle of ointment again and carefully lifted it on the back of his hand.

He suffered so many injuries for her sake, but he never said that, in fact His forbearance is very strong, it's just camouflage.

Yanbei City droops between the eyes, then can see on the stranger flower root clear long eyelashes, from time to time light shudder twice, actually like the feather gently scratches between the heart like, slightly itches, but also reluctant to let go.

When the flower on the street took the gauze layer by layer to wrap his palm, he couldn't help but hook the corner of his lip and joked: "I didn't find that you have such a considerate and gentle side before. Can't it be heartache?"

On hearing this, the flower on the street deliberately tightened the gauze. Seeing Yan Beicheng's grinning teeth, he felt much more comfortable in his heart. He raised his lips slightly and said, "of course, my heart hurts, but I don't know. Can you like this strength?"

"Like Of course I do Yan Beicheng endured the pain and squeezed a little smile from his teeth.

The stranger flower felt his eyebrow heartbeat, Shengsheng resisted the impulse to exert himself, wrapped the gauze on his hand, and then went on to bandage the wound on his shoulder, which corrected his face and looked at him.

"I want to ask you, why do you want to save me at all costs?"

While speaking, her eyes crossed a little bit of tension that she did not notice, and she squeezed her cuffs slightly.

Yan Beicheng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and touched his clean chin. After thinking for a long time, he said, "probably because I may like you more, and I don't want to lose my spouse in my early years. If not, what do you think is the reason? Well? "

In the depth of his eyes like the clear moonlight, there are some faint and unknown colors. Maybe even he doesn't know what kind of mood he says in his heart.