Chapter 280

Flower Mo dust really dare not let her help rub, for fear that originally swollen ankle, injury is more serious, this is not add insult to injury?

Qiao Yan Ran's action in the hand didn't stop, the head didn't lift of open mouth way: "no harm, Mo dust bear a point."

Hua Mo Chen

It's like being punished.

He tried to restrain himself and avoid shouting. His long fingers clenched the sheets tightly, and his fingertips were a little white.

It hurts. It hurts.

After a while, the ankle position eased a lot, it was warm and comfortable Yes?

Huamo dust raised his head, looking at her personally bending to help him knead his ankle, heart is up a little bit even he can't say clearly.

Maybe he's special?

No, Hua Mo Chen forced himself to throw the idea out of his mind.

Since ancient times, all kings are fickle, and the most merciless is the family of emperors. It's much faster for this fatuous monarch to change his male pet than his clothes. Even if he is in favor again now, it won't take him two days to wait for a group of new people to be sent to the harem, and he will be out of favor.

If he really fell in love with this HunJun, that would be the beginning of his pain

[diddidi - huamochen's liking degree is + 9, and the current liking degree is - 105. Please make persistent efforts. 】The sound of xiaoyuwan rings in Qiao Yanran's ear.

Qiao Yan Ran hears a voice, picked to pick eyebrow.

She rubbed almost, Hua Mochen wound congestion also dissipated a lot, but wait for a complete recovery, and then wait a few days.

It's estimated that it will be almost fine when we wait for the southern tour in a few days.

"You take off the gauze."

Twist Yan Ran's mouth, looking at his bed eyebrow, some dirty with water.

Hua Mo Chen is silent.

Finally, we have to face this matter directly. Since your majesty announced that he was going to sleep, this kind of thing can't be avoided.

But he never thought that his ankle was injured, and this Hun Jun would do this to him.

He held his white gauze collar with his long finger and raised his head slightly. His eyes were long and narrow, and the candle light crumpled at the bottom of his eyes. I felt pity for him.

This smart eyebrow, full of power, has a competition with the power plant.

What a disaster.

Hua Mo Chen took off her white gauze and threw it under the bed. She closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "please pity me."

It's not true to say you're not nervous.

Although he had received some training before, no one taught him anything about his bed or personal affairs. The other side said that he could be self-taught.

But he can't make it!

Qiao Yan Ran looked at his body slightly tremble, fingertips in his chest across, cold not Ding's mouth way: "are you cold?"

Flower Mo dust feel a trace of current across, the whole person slightly shuddered, opened his eyes, opened his mouth: "cold."

Now it's autumn, and he has to wear autumn clothes and trousers. The bedroom is so big, and he doesn't wear any clothes. Of course, it's chilly.

Qiao Yanran heard his answer, stretched out her hand to spread the quilt, covered him, "cold you covered a little."

After that, she blew out the candle in the room, came to the bed, lifted the bedding, and got into the bed. By the way, she took Hua Mo Chen into her arms.

"Is it still cold?"

"No, it's not cold."

Flower Mo dust stiff lying in her arms, the body tightly taut up, with tight bowstring.

Qiao Yan Ran felt his stiff body, some funny color in her eyes, patted him on the back, like coaxing a little suckling dog, "good, sleep."