Chapter 527

"You say I don't care about you." Su's face flushed in the evening. Why is this man more and more rogue.

Mu Beiting's dark eyes were deep and looked at her wrongly and said, "I'm hurt."

Su snorted in the evening, but he had to take care of him.

Carefully take off his shirt and let him lie on the sofa.

At first sight, on the man's strong back, there are a lot of blue and purple crisscross roads, several of which are mixed with bloodstains, along with the scars left by the last injury, shocking.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and her small hand trembled and stroked up. She choked and said, "how to make it."

Mu Beiting slightly lowered his eyes and said slowly, "go to fight with the dragon."

Su was slightly distracted, but her tears were surging down.

It is said that warriors fight the dragon in order to protect the princess.

So, is it because of him?

She raised her hand and wiped a handful of tears, pretending to be relaxed: "is that dragon that spurts fire?"

"Yes." He answered.

After taking the cotton ball and iodophor, she whispered, "she's really bad."

Mu Beiting did not make a sound, but quietly felt her little hand stroking his back.

Her small hands are as delicate and smooth as suet jade, which is indescribably comfortable to caress.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were red, and his back was blue and purple, with bruises, but they were all one by one.

When you look at it, you know it's being sucked.

For no reason, she thought of the old lady Mu's stick.

When she sees Mrs. Mu next time, she must burn that stick as a firewood stick.

She applied the medicine very lightly, but it was not hard to imagine how painful he would be.

However, the man who likes to sell miserably is silent.

If it was not for his back tension is very tight, she almost would think that he is not so painful.

Tears or uncontrolled burst out of his eyes, a transparent tear, heavily hit his back.

Su rubbed at night and continued to carefully handle the injuries for him.

Hot tears fell on his back, like a cluster of charcoal, burning his heart.

The room was quiet and filled with a faint smell of medicine.

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I don't know how long after that, she took care of the wound on his back and gently pressed her side face on his back to feel his temperature.

Mu Beiting turned over and pulled her up from the ground and pressed her directly on himself.

Su Xiangwan frowned: "don't make trouble, your back..."

Mu Beiting's voice was low: "not so delicate."

"That doesn't work. It hurts." She struggled to get out of him.

However, his two long legs directly clamped her, holding her waist tightly with his big hands, and said nothing to let her up.

Her chest is close to his chest, his eye color is dark a few minutes, voice hoarse way: "late evening, hand also ache."

"What's wrong with the hand? Did you hurt your hand, too? "

Su Xiangwan was stunned.

She didn't notice his hand at all, so she grabbed his big hand and examined it carefully.

His big hands were long and white, and his nails were neat, clean and powerful.

Su Xiangwan is a bit at a loss. He can't see the injury on his hand.

She thought, holding his hand more and more carefully, bit the lower lip flap and asked: "is it hurt to the muscles and bones?"

"No

"What kind of pain is that? Where is the injury? "

Su Xiangwan said more and more anxious, anxious tears suddenly hazy eyes.

He bit her small mouth and said in a low voice, "if you use it more, it will hurt."