Chapter 727

It's a kind of ointment that falls on the skin and cools.

In an instant, it eased the soreness of her waist.

This ointment can only be applied externally, not orally. Naturally, it can't be given.

In fact, after the operation of the nine meridians and eight meridians, the swelling of the waist has been alleviated a lot.

But Xiaoyan's mother's kick was really cruel.

It is said that illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread.

Her waist injury was small, and her mother hurt her foot in two seconds.

But it's been an hour or two, and it's just getting better.

Metaphorical color quietly lying on the bed, the man's hand rubbing ointment, a little infiltration into her bruised skin tissue.

It's very comfortable.

No pain, only the comfort of massage.

Yuse has long felt the drug ingredients through the taste of the ointment. I have to say that this ointment is good.

In fact, she can also make her own ointment, but she has always disliked the ointment on her body sticky greasy, so, she opened her own oral soup.

Although also good, but the effect is not as good as this kind of ointment directly applied to the wound.

She knew it for a long time, but she knew that she didn't want external application.

But I didn't expect that when Mo Jingyao was forced to apply ointment, it was nothing.

She lay still and felt that the man's hands on her body were getting hotter and hotter. She could not help but look back at him, "Why are your hands so hot?"

The big hand on the waist suddenly moved away, Mo Jingyao looked up to her eyes, "greasy as fat, peeled egg white, well, you know what I'm describing, and then, I can't help but get hot."

Metaphorical color blinks, blinks again, ears still have the lingering charm of men's voice, very magnetic, very good to listen to.

If it wasn't for the lingering charm, she wouldn't believe it was what the man just said.

Mo Jingyao is good at it, so he can apply a ointment.

She felt her small face was also boiling hot, and then, the eye color fell on the man's neck, "your skin is not bad."

This man is not only good skin color and good touch, but also that kind of good enough to make a woman feel ashamed. Every time she touches his skin and sees his face, she thinks that this man's life is so beautiful, and she doesn't leave a way for women.

When she finished, the man who had applied the ointment for her took her hand and put it on his own body, touching his skin. "You can feel it. Mine is still missing you."

On the man absolutely serious than the appearance of the skin, metaphor only feel the brain "bang" once, she magic, "let go."

She murmured in a hurry; otherwise, she was afraid that she could not control what she had brought with her, and touched all that she could, just because he was too easy to touch.

And then the final result must be that the man forced her to touch all the things that could not be touched.

Mo Jing Yao pursed her thin lips, with a little reluctant to slowly release her hand, "you first lift me."

Metaphor color

Well, it's her fault. She shouldn't talk first. He shouldn't say his hands are hot.

Then, speaking first is tantalizing.

Her hand was released by him, and so was his.

The man's tall body stood erect, looking at her from a high position, "small color, you seem to be able to lie down for a while."

"Bring me my medicine. I'll finish it one morning and one night, and it'll be almost ready." Yu se sniffed and was sure that Mo Jingyao had decocted the medicine for her.

It's absolutely good and fast to take orally and externally.

"Wait for me." Mo Jingyao turned around and took the medicine.

She listened to the sound of his footsteps, and then came back again. The smell of the medicine became more and more strong. She had to get up and drink the medicine.

As a result, she found that she had been lying on her stomach for too long. She was pressed by Mr. Mo to apply the ointment and knead it well for too long. Her body was numb and her legs felt like little stars.

"I will." It seems that he found that she struggled to get up for a while and then went back. Mo Jingyao rushed to her with a dart, put down the soup bowl and picked her up.

Or pick up her face down.

Then he put it firmly on the ground and leaned against him. Then he asked, "can I sit down?"

Er, when she was so delicate, she could have sat down for a long time. She was much better. "Yes, you can let me go. I'll sit and drink my own medicine."

"Good." Mr. Mo really let go, but it was only after holding the metaphor color to sit firmly. He also patted her hand to carry the medicine bowl, "I'll take it."

The medicine bowl in her big hand fell on her small hand, which was slightly hot. She looked at the soup inside, and the heat was just right.

To think of it, this man must have opened Du Niang, which was fried by Du Niang under the command of Du Niang.

If it was not for the fact that the soup could not be fed, but to be drunk at one breath, she felt that the man would definitely force her to feed her.

After drinking, Mr. Mo took the empty bowl first and put it on the bedside table, "lie down for a while?"Yu se shook his head, "No If you lie down, the ointment you just put on is white and rubbed off.

Then straight men don't know what to say.

Just standing in front of the bed and looking at her, the metaphor of that look in the eyes was soon unable to sit still. After feeling the body, she was much better, "Mo Jingyao, I want to sit on the balcony." Although the weather in this season is still a little hot, it does not include this apartment.

This apartment has a high floor and good ventilation on the balcony. Sitting on the balcony in the sun is definitely a kind of enjoyment.

"Good." Then, Mo Jingyao didn't apply. He picked up the metaphor and went to the balcony.

This bedroom has its own balcony.

Balcony is still a very high-level balcony, can be completely closed, can also be semi closed, a key down, transparent window glass will slowly drop into the wall.

Yes, the balcony starts from the ground and brickwork the wall. There is a gap in the wall. When you press the button, the glass window slowly drops into the gap. Suddenly, there is wind blowing, and then with the warm sunshine, it is really comfortable.

"Do you want to read?" Mo Jingyao put the metaphor on the cane chair and asked carefully.

Yu se Yang mobile phone, "there is no book I want to read, I'd better brush my mobile phone." Enjoy the sun while brushing your mobile phone.

"Where is the book you want to read?" Mo Jingyao also sat on the cane chair opposite the metaphor and asked casually.

"In the library of NTU, I was studying a case recently, Mo Jingyao. Have I ever told you that An'an Ma has a terminal illness. Although I prescribed her a prescription, she can live for another year or two at most." At this point, she was sentimental.

"There are always miracles here, little color."

"Mo Jingyao, apart from me and An'an's father and An'an's mother, An'an doesn't know about it. I didn't even say anything about Lin Ruoyan. You're not allowed to talk about it." With that, Yu se is still worried that Mo Jingyao will tell Yang An'an.

"I'm a man." So he never gossips.